[00:01.36]Les Moulins De Mon Coeur - Toots Thielemans
[00:02.86]Written by：Alan Bergman/Marilyn Bergman/Michel Legrand/Edmond Bacri
[00:51.01]Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel
[00:56.69]Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
[01:01.66]Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon
[01:06.49]Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
[01:11.32]Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of it's face
[01:16.09]And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
[01:20.87]Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
[01:25.81]Keys that jingle in your pocket words that jangle in your head
[01:30.42]When did summer go so quickly was it something that you said
[01:35.02]Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
[01:39.61]Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand
[01:44.17]Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
[01:48.74]Half remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong
[01:53.20]When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
[01:57.87]That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair
[03:09.48]Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel
[03:14.91]Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
[03:19.67]As the images unwind like the circles that you find
[03:25.41]To the moulins de mon coeur