My windmill looks at all revolving,
My windmill asking you, my dear
I never saw the problem solving,
And why you care-free like the deer?
Your windmill grinds the seed for birds,
Your windmill answered me in laugh
You have too melancholy thoughts
I love the wind. I fall in love.
And our windmills stood together
My one was longing for the yours,
And then became the stormy weather
You pull yourself, but so late it was.
Oh poor windmill, you beleived in words that wind had spoken
And that is why, my love, we're broken, broken, broken...