Petit à petit, Yuan fait son nid.

The Sound of Slience

(Simon & Garfunkel)

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 planned 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,

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the light,

and touched the Sound of Silence

And in the naked light I saw,

Then thousand people, maybe more.

People talking without speaking,

Peaple hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never share,

And no one deared

disturb the Sound of Silence.

"Fools" said I, "You don't 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 the tenement halls,

And whisper in the Sounds of Silence.