"The Sound of Silence Paul Simon
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
'Fools' said I, 'You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach to you.'
But my words like silent as raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
And the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, 'The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.'
whispered in the sound of silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
'Fools' said I, 'You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach to you.'
But my words like silent as raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
And the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, 'The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.'
whispered in the sound of silence
O som do silêncio Paul Simon
Olá escuridão, minha velha amiga,
Eu vim conversar com você novamente,
Porque uma visão se fixou vagarosamente,
Deixando isso penetrar enquanto eu dormia,
E a visão que estava presa na minha mente
Ainda permanece.
A partir do som do silêncio.
Em inquietos sonhos eu caminhava sozinho
Ruas estreitas de seixo,
Nítida a luz da lampada de rua,
Eu viro meu colar para o lado frio e úmido
Quando meus olhos foram esfaqueados pelo flash de uma
luz de neon
Isso rasga a noite
E tocou o som do silêncio.
E na pura luz eu vi,
Dez mil pessoas, talvez mais.
Pessoas conversando sem falar,
Pessoas ouvindo sem escutar,
Pessoas escrevendo musicas que vozes nunca vao
dividir
E ninguém ousa
Perturbar o som do silêncio.
"Tolos" eu disse, "Vocês não sabem
silêncio é como um câncer a crescer.
Ouçam minhas palavras que eu posso lhes ensinar,
Segurem meus braços que eu posso lhes alcançar"
Mas minhas palavras como silenciosas gotas caíndo,
E ecoaram
Nos poços do silêncio
E o povo curvado e pedindo
Para o Deus de neon que eles fizeram.
E o sinal de luz alertava,
E as palavras que se formavam,
E o sinal dizia, "As palavras dos profetas
estao escritas nas paredes do metrô
e nos corredores das casas."
sussurradas no som do silêncio..."
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