Les moulins de mon cœur [English translation]

like a stone that one throws

in the stream of a living spring

and wich leaves behind

thousands of circles in the water

like a moon's mary-go-round

with its starry horses

like a saturne's ring

a carnival baloon

like a sentry's rampart path

that the hours walk incessantly

the voyage around the world

of a sunflower in its bloom

you make go round

all the mills of my heart

alike a skein of wool

in the hands of a child

or the words of an old tune

caught in the wind's harfes

like a snow swirl

like a seagulls' flight

over norway's forests

over the sea's moutons

like a sentry's rampart path

that the hours walk incessantly

the voyage around the world

of a sunflower in its bloom

you make go round

all the mills of my heart

that day near the source

god knows what you said to me

but the sommer ended its course

the bird fell from its nest

and look, on the sand

our footprints allready effaced

and i'm alone at your table

wich resounds under my fingers

like a weeping tambourine

under the rain's drops

like the songs that die

as soon as forgotten

and the autumn's leves

meeting less blue skies

and your absence gives them

the colour of your hair

(like)a stone that one throwslike a stone that one throws

in the stream of a living spring

and wich leaves behind

thousands of circles in the water

in the stream of a living spring

and wich leaves behind

thousands of circles in the water

to the wind of the four seasons

with your name you make go round

all the mills of my heart

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