Simon And Garfunkel

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.

Tonight I'll sing my songs again,

I'll play the game and pretend.

But all my words come back to me

In shades of mediocrity.

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...»

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.

«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

My life is made of patterns

That can scarcely be controlled.