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 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
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 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
Vieja amiga oscuridadContigo quiero conversarUna visión sin importanciaSe ha quedado aquí en mi almaUna extraña pesadilla con la luz de neónY el ritmo del silencio En mis inquietos sueños viInmensas calles sin finalIluminada por el cieloPor un oscuro cielo nada másY de prono vi una luz que me cegóEn medio del silencio Y junto a aquella fuerte luzLa gente hablaba sin hablarLa gente sin cantar cantabaCanciones sin compas ni músicaPorque aquella gente jamás llegaria a perturbar, el ritmo del silencio Yo les dije y les grite: El silencio creceráY podrá llegar un diaQue se adueñe de vosotros, Per no prestaron atención,Siguieron en silencio Y la gente se inclinó, adorando aquella luzNo se oia ni un suspiro, Ni los pájaros ni el vientoPorque todos creian que la felicidadPodria venir,Oyendo aquel silencio.
