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
Beneath 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 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 signs said: “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls,
And whisper’d in the sound of silence.”
Zvuk tišine
Zdravo, moja tamo,stari prijatelju
Dolazim opet sa tobom popričati
Jer je viđenje, blago užasavajuce
Ostavilo svoju klicu dok sam spavao
I viđenje
Koje je usađeno u moj mozak
Ostaje i dalje
U zvuku tisine
Hodim nemirnim snovima
Uske ulice popločane kamenom
Ispod bljeska ulične lampe
Preokrenuo sam kragnu od hladnće i vlage
Kada su mi oči probodene
Sa bljeskom neonskog svijetla
Koje je presjeklo noć
I dodirnulo zvuk tisine
U golom svijetlu vidjeh
Deset tisuća ljudi, možda više
Bez razgovora ljudi pričaju
Bez slušanja ljudi čuju
Ljudi pjesme pišu koje glasove nikada ne dijele
I nitko se ne usudi
Remetiti zvuk tišine
“Budale,” rekoh,”vi ne znate
Tišina kao rak raste,
Poslušajte moje riječi možda naučite
Primite moje ruke i možda dosegnete moju moć
Ali moje riječi,nalik tihim kišnim kapima padaju
I odjekuju zdencima tišine
I ljudi se klanjaju i mole
Neonskom Bogu kojeg stvore
I znak je iskrio upozorenje
U riječima koje je tvorio
A znaci su rekli:”Riječi proroka
Su ispisane na zidovima podzemnih zeljeznica
hodnicima zgrada
I šaputane u zvuku tisine.”
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