Текст и перевод песни André Rieu - Les moulins de mon coeur (The Windmills Of Your Mind)

Les moulins de mon coeur (The Windmills Of Your Mind)

ليش
صيف السنة انتهى بسرعة واحمرت احراش الغار
والمرا اللى شعرا احمر متلن شعلانة بالنار
لا بداية ولا نهاية والوقت مارق غريب
متل مرورى بافكارك لحظة بتلمع و بتغيب
يا عصافير السهل الجايى تبشر بشتى تشرين
وجوه واسامى ببالى جدا يذكرنى لمين
الدنيى حلقة عم بتدور والقمر بالسما يدور
صيف السنة انطرنا القمر ع سطوح السهر تايطل
وهدينا عقارب الساعة خايفين الوقت ليفل
ما فى قوة بهالدنيى بتاخر هبوب الريح
شعرك والكرز واللوز باول الموسم تلويح
يا عصافير السهل الجايى تبشر بشتى تشرين
وجوه واسامى ببالى حدا يذكرنى لمين
الدنيى حلقة عم بتدور والقمر بالسما يدور
انت حولى وانا حولك فى شى جاذبنا ومندور
الصيف انتهى ماقلتلك شى بيزعل ليش زعلان
العشاق بتبقى اساميهن على الموج وع الشطئان
سامع متلى صوت الجرس مدرى بايا وديان
عم ينده لحدا ضايع بدو يدلو ع الايمان
مطرح صبيعك ع كتفى عم يحرقنى من ايام
يمكن لو بتبسلى المطرح تهدا اوجاعى وبنام
صيف السنة انتهى بسرعة و احمرت احراش الغار
والمرا اللى شعرا احمر متلن شعلانة بالنار
لا بداية ولا نهاية والوقت مارق غريب
وانا بتذكرنى وبغيب بمرق ببالك وبروح
ومين بدو يداوى الجروح

The Windmills Of Your Mind

Lish
The summer of the year ended quickly and the groves of laurel blushed
And the woman whose hair is red like them ablaze with fire
No beginning nor end and the time passed strangely
Like my passing through your thoughts, for a moment they shine and then they fade
O birds of the coming plain, you herald the time of Tishreen
Faces and names in my mind, they make me remember whom
The world is a circle that keeps turning, and the moon in the sky revolves
The summer of the year, we waited for the moon to rise above the roofs of the night to witness
And we offered the hands of the clock, afraid that time would slip away
There is no force in this world that can delay the blowing of the wind
Your hair, and the cherry and the almond, in the beginning of the season, they wave
O birds of the coming plain, you herald the time of Tishreen
Faces and names in my mind, they make me remember whom
The world is a circle that keeps turning, and the moon in the sky revolves
You are around me and I am around you, there is something that attracts us and revolves
The summer has ended, I did not tell you anything that would upset you, why are you upset?
The names of lovers remain on the waves and on the shores
Can you hear, like me, the sound of the bell, I wonder in which valleys
It calls to someone lost, who seeks to find faith
Your place on my shoulder has been burning me for days
Perhaps if you kissed the place my pain would subside and I would sleep
The summer of the year ended quickly and the groves of laurel blushed
And the woman whose hair is red like them ablaze with fire
No beginning nor end and the time passed strangely
And I remember myself and I fade, I pass through your mind and I leave
And who will heal the wounds?