THE SOUND OF SILENCE - Lo Mejor de los 60 y 70

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come with 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 streetlamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed

by the flash of a neon light,
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 shared,
And no one dared
To stir the sound of silence

Fool, said I, you do not know,
Silence, like a cancer, Grows

hear my words and I might teach you,
take my arms then 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'd made
And the sign flashed 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