Like a stone that one throws into the lively water of a stream
And which leaves behind it thousands of circles in the water
Like a moon carousel with its star horses
Like a ring of Saturn, a carnival balloon
Like the round path that the hours endlessly make
The journey around the world of a sunflower in its bloom
You make all the windmills of my heart turn with your name

Like a skein of wool in the hands of a child
Or the words of a refrain caught in the harps of the wind
Like a whirlwind of snow, like a flight of seagulls
Over the forests of Norway, over ocean sheep
Like the round path that the hours endlessly make
The journey around the world of a sunflower in its bloom
You make all the windmills of my heart turn with your name

That day, near the source, God knows what you told me
But the summer ends its course, the bird fell from its nest
And here on the sand our steps are already fading
And I am alone at the table that resonates under my fingers
Like a tambourine that cries under the raindrops
Like the songs that die as soon as we forget them
And the autumn leaves meet less blue skies
And your absence gives them the color of your hair

A stone that one throws into the lively water of a stream
And which leaves behind it thousands of circles in the water
To the winds of the four seasons, you make with your name
All the windmills of my heart turn

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