Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its 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 its 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 of its 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 in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
In the autumn of goodbyes
For a moment you could not recall
The colour of his eyes

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

Круг, как оборот спирали, в колесе как колесо,
Без конца и без начала, вихря вечное кольцо,
Как снежок с вершины горной или шарик надувной
Словно карусель, что кружит бесконечный вальс с луной,
Как с лица часов минуты стрелки сводят по пути,
И мир яблоком болтаясь молча в космосе летит,
Словно крыльев кружева мельниц твоего ума

Как тунель тебя приводит лишь в тунель сам по себе,
Вниз в пещеру, где исчезнут лучи солнца в темноте,
Словно дверь стоит вращаясь в полу-позабытом сне,
Или волн круги от камня пустил кто-то по воде,
Как с лица часов минуты стрелки сводят по пути,
И мир яблоком болтаясь молча в космосе летит,
Словно крыльев кружева мельниц твоего ума

Звон ключей в твоем кармане, в голове звучанье слов;
Что ж так быстро скрылось лето? Что я был сказать готов?
След вдоль берега влюбленных - отпечатки на песке;
Дальний рокот барабанов - дробь от пальцев на руке?
Ряд рисунков в коридоре и из песни кучи строк,
Лиц, имен почти не вспомнить, да и есть ли в этом прок?
В миг, когда все завершилось, как в тебе отозвалось
То, что осень красит листья в яркий цвет её волос?
Словно оборот спирали, в колесе как колесо,
Без конца и без начала, вихря вечное кольцо,
Как картинок кутерьма, словно крыльев кружева
Мельниц твоего ума.

Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its 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 its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
From 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 of its 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 in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
In the autumn of goodbyes
For a moment you could not recall
The colour of his eyes

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

Circle, as the circulation spiral, within a wheel as the wheel,
Without end and without beginning, everlasting vortex ring,
As the snow from the top of the mountain or ball inflator
Like a carousel, circling an endless waltz with the moon,
How to hours minutes of the arrow bring on the way,
And the world is an Apple hanging out silently in space flying,
Like the wings of lace windmills of your mind

As the tunnel only leads you to the tunnel itself,
Down in the cave, where the rays of the sun disappear in the dark,
If the door is revolving in a half forgotten dream,
Waves or circles on a stone put someone on the water,
How to hours minutes of the arrow bring on the way,
And the world is an Apple hanging out silently in space flying,
Like the wings of lace windmills of your mind

The clink of keys in your pocket, in your head the sound of the words;
Well as quickly fled the summer? I was ready to say?
The trail along the shore of lovers - prints on the sand;
A distant rumble of drums from the drumming of fingers on your hand?
A series of drawings in the hallway and songs from the string heap,
The faces, names to remember, and whether it will do any good?
In the moment it all ended, as you said
That autumn paints the leaves bright colors of her hair?
If the turnover of a spiral, within a wheel as the wheel,
Without end and without beginning, everlasting vortex ring,
As pictures the commotion, like the wings of lace
Windmills of your mind.