Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel - The Sounds Of Silence ٠1964 ٠ Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. | Текст песни

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• Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel
• The Sounds Of Silence ٠1964 ٠ Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.

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(Acoustic guitar, male duo)

Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly-ee creeping
Left its seeds while I wa-as 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-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 witho-out speaking,
People hearing witho-out 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 mi-ight teach you!
Take my arms that I mi-ight 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 i-its warning
In the words that it wa-as forming,
And the sign said: "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls and whisper'd in the sounds of silence."