som do silêncio
Hello, darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
And the sign said
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence
Hôtel
Ma chambre a la forme d’une cage
Le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre
Mais moi qui veux fumer pour faire des mirages
J’allume au feu du jour ma cigarette
Je ne veux pas travailler je veux fumer
