Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

 

 

Espirales, como un circulo de luz se ve girar,
No terminan ni comienzan, como el infinito mar,
Como una bola de nieve o un globo en carnaval,
Como gira un tio vivo con un resplandor astral,

Un reloj, acelerando cada vez ya más veloz,
Y el mundo, cual manzana, tan lejano y sin voz,
Como verse operar los molinos de viento de tu mente.

Como un túnel que se sigue hasta otro túnel más,
En lo hondo de una cueva donde sol no habrá jamás,
Una puerta que da vueltas en un sueño del ayer,
El sonido de una piedra en el agua, al caer,

Un reloj, acelerando cada vez ya más veloz,
Y el mundo, cual manzana, tan lejano y sin voz,
Como verse operar
Son los molinos de viento de tu mente.

Llaves del bolsillo suenan, hay palabras mudas ya.
Pronto pasó el verano, y quizás no volverá.
Los amantes dejan huellas en la arena, al pasar.
¿Son tus dedos los que empiezan el gran cielo a tronar?

Cuadros en exposición y una canción del Amor,
Unas caras no muy claras, ¿Son de dicha o de dolor?
Ese otoño de adioses, cuando todo terminó,
Y sus ojos, de repente, ¿el color se te olvidó?

Espirales, como un circulo de luz se ve girar,
No terminan ni comienzan, como el infinito mar.

Ver imágenes pasar, como verse operar
Los molinos de viento de tu mente