Les moulins de mon cœur [English translation]

Like a stone that we throw

To a vivide stream

And what it leaves behind

Is the millions of rings in the water

Like a moon carousel

An the stars like hair around it

Like a ring of Saturn

The Carnaval balloon

Like a round road

That is without stopping going

To the trip around the world

Sunflower in its flower

You turn your name

In all of the windmills of my heart

Like a skein of wool

Between the hands of a child

Or the words in catchphrase

Taken in the wind harps (?)

Like whirlwind of snow

Like the flight of gulls

On the forests of Norway

On the top of the sheep of the ocean

Like a round road

That is without stopping going

To the trip around the world

Sunflower in its flower

You turn your name

All the windmills of my heart

That day near the source

Good knows what you said to me

But summer ends it race

The bird fell from its nest

And there on the sand

Our footprints are already fading

And I am alone at the table

That resonates under my fingers

Like a tambourin that weeps

Under the drops of rain

Like a song that dies

As soon as we forget it

And the autumn leaves

Meet the skies less blue

And your absence gives them

The colour of your hair

Like a stone that we throw

To a vivide stream

And what it leaves behind

Is the millions of rings in the water

In the wind of four seasons

You keep on turning your name

All the windmils of my heart

• Artist:Claude François
• Album:Un monde de musique (1969)