transcriptie: Wim

The sound of silence


Paul Simon
copyrights: Eclectic Music Co
vertaling: Het geluid van stilte

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 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 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 whispered in the sound of silence.

Gegenereerd door DVEGEN 3.2 op 2004-10-09