Gladenfold - The Sound of Silence - tekst piosenki, tłumaczenie piosenki i teledysk. Zobacz słowa utworu The Sound of Silence wraz z teledyskiem i tłumaczeniem. Sprawdź o czym jest tekst piosenki The Sound of Silence nagranej przez Simon & Garfunkel. Na znajdziesz najdokładniejsze tekstowo tłumaczenia piosenek w polskim Internecie. Wyróżniamy się unikalnymi interpretacjami tekstów, które pozwolą Ci na dokładne zrozumienie przekazu Twoich ulubionych piosenek. The Sound of Silence Lyrics by Simon & Garfunkel from the The Vietnam War: A Film by Ken Burns & Lynn Novick [Original TV Soundtrack] album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while… ąc Za mały ekran 🤷🏻‍♂️ Rozszerz okno swojej przeglądarki, aby zaśpiewać lub nagrać piosenkę Ty śpiewasz partie niebieskie Twój partner śpiewa partie czerwone Wspólnie śpiewacie partie żółte Prosimy czekać, nagrywanie zakończy się za 10s Podział tekstu w duecie The Sound of Silence (mój tekst) – Simon & Garfunkel ewcia15 × Mikrofon Kamerka Włączona Wyłączona Nie wykryto kamerki Dostosuj przed zapisaniem Wczytywanie… Własne ustawienia efektu Pogłos Delay Chorus Overdrive Equaliser Głośność Synchronizacja wokalu Gdy wokal jest niezgrany z muzyką!
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
Hello darkness my old friend,I've come to talk with you again,because a vision softly creepin'left its seeds while I was sleepin'and the vision that was planted in my brain...still remains within the sound of restless dreams I walked alone narrow streets of cobblestone,'neath the halo of a steetlamp, I turned my collar to the older dampwhen my eyes where stabbed by the flash of neon light that split the nightand touched the sound of in the naked light I saw ten thousand people maybe talking without speaking, people hearing without listening,people writing songs that voices never share and no one daredisturb 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 arm that I might reach you"But my words like silent raindrops falland echoed, in the wells of the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they madeand the sign flashed out its warning. In the words that it was forming,and the signs said: "The words of the prophets are written on the subway wallsand tenement halls"and whisper'd in the sound of silence. Hello, darkness, my old friendI've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the visionThat was planted in my brainStill remainsWithin the sound of silenceIn restless dreams I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestoneBeneath the halo of a street lampI turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbedBy the flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched the sound of silenceAnd in the naked light I sawTen thousand people, maybe morePeople talking without speakingPeople hearing without listeningPeople writing songs that voices never share...And no one dareDisturb the sound of silence."Fools," said I, "you do not knowSilence 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 the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was the signs said: "The words of the prophetsAre written on the subway wallsAnd tenement halls,And whisper'd in 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
I spin a globe and place my finger on it: Where ever it stops it's the next place I'm owning--I'm on it Still journeying with tight boats A leather journal filled with life quotes Got a whole lot of living--Still my life's a movie with words with a vivid real: The last real nigga out--You should try and build A catalog like mine 7TxlXzh.
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