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 Wen 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 câncer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might teach you" But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells of silence
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O senhor embaixador anda a copiar o Monet; isso não é bonito...
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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
Wen 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 câncer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might teach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
THE SOUND OF SILENCE
Paul Simon
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