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NHỮNG CỐI XAY CỦA TIM TI

The Windmills of Your Mind / Les Moulins de Mon Cur

 

Nhạc của Michel Legrand (1932-2019)

Lời Php của Eddy Marnay
Phạm Ngọc Ln đn v ht 2020

 


Đy l một bản nhạc nổi tiếng trong thập nin 1960, tc gi l Michel Legrand (1932-2019), một nhạc sĩ người Php viết cho cuốn phim Mỹ The Thomas Crown Affair (với hai ti tử nổi tiếng Steve McQueen v Faye Dunaway) năm 1968. ng được giải Oscar 1969 về bản nhạc ny.

Lời tiếng Anh c tựa đề The Windmills of Your Mind (Những Cối Xay Trong K Ức Em), cn lời tiếng Php ht ở đy mang tn Les Moulins de Mon Coeur (Những Cối Xay Của Tim Ti).

Phin bản trnh by trong video ny được ha m để ht hợp xướng 3 b (giọng nữ cao, nữ trung v giọng nam). Trong lc dịch Covid-19 honh hnh, ban hợp xướng ở địa phương ti đang tập dở dang phải nghỉ. Bi ny ti rất thch từ xưa nn đn v ht cả 3 b, thử xem kết quả ra sao.



Les Moulins de mon Cur

(Musique de Michel Legrand, paroles franaises dEddy Marnay)

1. Comme une pierre que l'on jette dans l'eau vive d'un ruisseau
Et qui laisse derrire elle des milliers de ronds dans l'eau
Comme un mange de lune avec ses chevaux d'toiles
Comme un anneau de Saturne, un ballon de carnaval
Comme le chemin de ronde que font sans cesse les heures
Le voyage autour du monde d'un tournesol dans sa fleur
Tu fais tourner de ton nom tous les moulins de mon cur

2. Comme un cheveau de laine entre les mains d'un enfant
Ou les mots d'une rengaine pris dans les harpes du vent
Comme un tourbillon de neige, comme un vol de golands
Sur des forts de Norvge, sur des moutons d'ocan
Comme le chemin de ronde que font sans cesse les heures
Le voyage autour du monde d'un tournesol dans sa fleur
Tu fais tourner de ton nom tous les moulins de mon cur

3. Ce jour-l, prs de la source, Dieu (qui ?) sait ce que tu m'as dit
Mais l't finit sa course, l'oiseau tomba de son nid
Et voil que sur le sable nos pas s'effacent dj
Et je suis seul la table qui rsonne sous mes doigts
Comme un tambourin qui pleure sous les gouttes de la pluie
Comme les chansons qui meurent aussitt qu'on les oublie
Et les feuilles de l'automne rencontrent des ciels moins bleus
Et ton absence leur donne la couleur de tes cheveux

Coda.

Une pierre que l'on jette dans l'eau vive d'un ruisseau,
Et qui laisse derrire elle des milliers de ronds dans l'eau
Aux vents des quatre saisons, tu fais tourner de ton nom, Tous les moulins de mon cur.

 

~~oOo~~

 

 

The Windmills Of Your Mind

(Music by Michel Legrand, Lyrics by Alan and Marilyn Bergman)

 

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 walking 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 you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair!

(When you knew that it was over in the autumn of goodbyes

For a moment you could not recall the color 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!

 

 

 

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