Song | Windmills Of Your Mind |
Artist | Arturo Sandoval |
Artist | Shelly Berg |
Album | A Time For Love |
[00:00.30] | Windmills of your mind |
[00:01.00] | Dusty Springfield |
[00:01.30] | 文质斌斌制作 |
[00:02.60] | ROUND LIKE A CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL |
[00:06.95] | LIKE A WHEEL WITHIN A WHEEL |
[00:09.78] | NEVER ENDING OR BEGINNING |
[00:12.63] | ON AN EVER SPINNING REEL |
[00:15.29] | LIKE A SNOWBALL DOWN A MOUNTAIN, |
[00:18.80] | OR A CARNIVAL BALOON |
[00:21.59] | LIKE A CAROUSEL THAT'S TURNING, |
[00:24.20] | RUNNING RINGS AROUND THE MOON |
[00:27.39] | LIKE A CLOCK WHOSE HANDS ARE SWEEPING, |
[00:30.59] | PAST THE MINUTES OF IT'S FACE |
[00:33.27] | AND THE WORLD IS LIKE AN APPLE, |
[00:36.26] | WHIRLING SILENTLY IN SPACE |
[00:40.59] | LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, |
[00:45.46] | IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND. |
[00:55.32] | |
[01:00.52] | TO A TUNNEL OF ITS OWN. |
[01:05.00] | DOWN A HOLLOW TO A CAVERN |
[01:08.82] | WHERE THE SUN HAS NEVER SHONE |
[01:13.76] | LIKE A DOOR THAT KEEPS REVOLVING |
[01:17.55] | IN A HALF FORGOOTEN DREAM |
[01:21.78] | OR THE RIPPLE FROM THE PEBBLE |
[01:25.09] | SOMEONE TOSSES IN A STREAM |
[01:30.48] | LIKE A CLOCK WHOSE HANDS ARE SWEEPING |
[01:33.99] | PAST THE MINUTES OF ITS FACE |
[01:38.51] | AND THE WORLD IS LIKE AN APPLE |
[01:42.04] | WHIRLING SILENTLY IN SPACE |
[01:46.71] | LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, |
[01:49.84] | IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND. |
[01:56.32] | |
[01:57.56] | KEYS THAT JUNGLE IN YOUR ROCKET, |
[02:01.50] | WORDS THAT JANGLE IN YOUR HEAD. |
[02:06.13] | WHY DID SUMMER GO SO QUICKLY? |
[02:09.58] | WAS IT SOMETHING THAT YOU SAID? |
[02:14.10] | LOVERS WALK ALONG THE SHORE, |
[02:17.60] | AND LEAVE THEIR FOOT PRINTS IN THE SAND. |
[02:22.35] | IS THE SOUND OF DISTANT DRUMMING, |
[02:25.79] | JUST THE FINGERS OF YOUR HAND? |
[02:30.55] | PICTURES HANGING IN A HALLWAY, |
[02:33.99] | AND THE FRAGMENT OF A SONG |
[02:38.39] | HALF REMEMBERED NAMES AND FACES, |
[02:42.06] | BUT TO WHOM DO THEY BELONG? |
[02:46.11] | WHEN YOU KNEW THAT IS WAS OVER, |
[02:49.99] | YOU WERE SUDDENLY AWARE |
[02:54.84] | THAT THE AUTUMN LEAVES WERE TURNING |
[02:58.29] | TO THE COLOUR OF HIS HAIR. |
[03:02.27] | ROUND LIKE A CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL |
[03:05.97] | LIKE A WHEEL WITHIN A WHEEL |
[03:09.08] | NEVER ENDING OR BEGINNING |
[03:12.16] | ON AN EVER SPINNING REEL |
[03:15.51] | AS THE IMAGES UNWIND, |
[03:20.19] | LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, |
[03:24.77] | IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND. |
[03:31.87] | music ^_^ |
[03:41.08] | 斌斌有礼呈现 |
[00:00.30] | Windmills of your mind |
[00:01.00] | Dusty Springfield |
[00:01.30] | wén zhì bīn bīn zhì zuò |
[00:02.60] | ROUND LIKE A CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL |
[00:06.95] | LIKE A WHEEL WITHIN A WHEEL |
[00:09.78] | NEVER ENDING OR BEGINNING |
[00:12.63] | ON AN EVER SPINNING REEL |
[00:15.29] | LIKE A SNOWBALL DOWN A MOUNTAIN, |
[00:18.80] | OR A CARNIVAL BALOON |
[00:21.59] | LIKE A CAROUSEL THAT' S TURNING, |
[00:24.20] | RUNNING RINGS AROUND THE MOON |
[00:27.39] | LIKE A CLOCK WHOSE HANDS ARE SWEEPING, |
[00:30.59] | PAST THE MINUTES OF IT' S FACE |
[00:33.27] | AND THE WORLD IS LIKE AN APPLE, |
[00:36.26] | WHIRLING SILENTLY IN SPACE |
[00:40.59] | LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, |
[00:45.46] | IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND. |
[00:55.32] | |
[01:00.52] | TO A TUNNEL OF ITS OWN. |
[01:05.00] | DOWN A HOLLOW TO A CAVERN |
[01:08.82] | WHERE THE SUN HAS NEVER SHONE |
[01:13.76] | LIKE A DOOR THAT KEEPS REVOLVING |
[01:17.55] | IN A HALF FORGOOTEN DREAM |
[01:21.78] | OR THE RIPPLE FROM THE PEBBLE |
[01:25.09] | SOMEONE TOSSES IN A STREAM |
[01:30.48] | LIKE A CLOCK WHOSE HANDS ARE SWEEPING |
[01:33.99] | PAST THE MINUTES OF ITS FACE |
[01:38.51] | AND THE WORLD IS LIKE AN APPLE |
[01:42.04] | WHIRLING SILENTLY IN SPACE |
[01:46.71] | LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, |
[01:49.84] | IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND. |
[01:56.32] | |
[01:57.56] | KEYS THAT JUNGLE IN YOUR ROCKET, |
[02:01.50] | WORDS THAT JANGLE IN YOUR HEAD. |
[02:06.13] | WHY DID SUMMER GO SO QUICKLY? |
[02:09.58] | WAS IT SOMETHING THAT YOU SAID? |
[02:14.10] | LOVERS WALK ALONG THE SHORE, |
[02:17.60] | AND LEAVE THEIR FOOT PRINTS IN THE SAND. |
[02:22.35] | IS THE SOUND OF DISTANT DRUMMING, |
[02:25.79] | JUST THE FINGERS OF YOUR HAND? |
[02:30.55] | PICTURES HANGING IN A HALLWAY, |
[02:33.99] | AND THE FRAGMENT OF A SONG |
[02:38.39] | HALF REMEMBERED NAMES AND FACES, |
[02:42.06] | BUT TO WHOM DO THEY BELONG? |
[02:46.11] | WHEN YOU KNEW THAT IS WAS OVER, |
[02:49.99] | YOU WERE SUDDENLY AWARE |
[02:54.84] | THAT THE AUTUMN LEAVES WERE TURNING |
[02:58.29] | TO THE COLOUR OF HIS HAIR. |
[03:02.27] | ROUND LIKE A CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL |
[03:05.97] | LIKE A WHEEL WITHIN A WHEEL |
[03:09.08] | NEVER ENDING OR BEGINNING |
[03:12.16] | ON AN EVER SPINNING REEL |
[03:15.51] | AS THE IMAGES UNWIND, |
[03:20.19] | LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, |
[03:24.77] | IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND. |
[03:31.87] | music _ |
[03:41.08] | bīn bīn yǒu lǐ chéng xiàn |