Pesenta the sound of silence e napisana ot dvama chafuti - Paul Simon and Art Garfingel. The lirycs sa napylno bezmisleni, silni dumi i nikakayv smisyl. Chafutite obache otkachat kato q chuqt tazi pesen. Aleluia!!!

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 silenceIn restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lampI turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And 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 sharedNo one daredDisturb the sound of silence"Fools," said I, "you do not knowSilence like a cancer growsHear my words that I might teach youTake my arms that I might reach you"But my words like silent raindrops fellAnd echoed in the wells of silenceAnd the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they madeAnd the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was formingAnd the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway wallsAnd tenement hallsAnd whispered in the sound of silenceLeaves That Are Green (2:23)P. Simon, 1965I was twenty-one years when I wrote this songI'm twenty-two now but I won't be for longTime hurries onAnd the leaves that are green turn to brownAnd they wither in the windAnd they crumble in your handOnce my heart was filled with the love of a girlI held her close but she faded in the nightLike a poem I meant to writeAnd the leaves that are green turn to brownAnd they wither in the windAnd they crumble in your handI threw a pebble in a brookAnd watched the ripple run awayAnd they never made a soundAnd the leaves that are green turn to brownAnd they wither in the windAnd they crumble in your handHello, hello, hello, helloGoodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbyeThat's all there isAnd the leaves that are green turn to brownAnd they wither in the windAnd they crumble in your hand

Fuck the Mods!!!