The Sound Of Silence
Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left it's seeds while I was sleeping
And a 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 streetlamp
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 dared
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 you"
But my words, like silent 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
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are
Written on the subway walls - and tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
El Sonido del Silencio
Hola, oscuridad, mi viejo amigo
He venido a hablar contigo de nuevo
Porque una visión se desliza suavemente
Dejó sus semillas mientras yo dormía
Y una visión que fue plantada en mi cerebro
Aún permanece
Dentro del sonido del silencio
En sueños inquietos, caminaba solo
Por calles estrechas de adoquines
Bajo el halo de una farola
Volteé mi cuello al frío y húmedo
Cuando mis ojos fueron apuñalados por el destello de una luz de neón
Que partió la noche
Y tocó el sonido del silencio
Y en la luz desnuda vi
Diez mil personas, quizás más
Personas hablando sin hablar
Personas escuchando sin escuchar
Personas escribiendo canciones que nunca comparten voces
-Y nadie se atrevió
A perturbar el sonido del silencio