Like a stone that is thrown
Into the living 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 ball
Like the walkway
What do you do without cease the hours
The journey around the world
Of a sunflower in its flower
You make your name turn
All the windmills of my heart
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 flock of gulls
On the forests of Norway
On the sheep of the ocean
Like the walkway
What the hours do incessantly
The journey around the world
Of a sunflower in its flower
You make your name turn
All the windmills of my heart
That day near the spring
God knows what you told me
But the summer ends its course
The bird fell from its nest
And there you have it than on the sand
Our footsteps are already fading
And I am alone at the table
Which resonates under my fingers
Like a tambourine that cries
Under the drops of rain
Like the songs that die
As soon as we forget them
And the leaves of autumn
Meet less blue skies
And your absence gives them
The color of your hair
A stone that one throws
Into the living water of a stream
And which leaves behind her
Thousands of circles in the water
In the wind of the four seasons
You make your name turn
All the windmills of my heart