從摩納哥到科索沃——穿越阿爾卑斯山127天

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 Down the street I promised home Left the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed By the flash of a neon light Swift enough to touch 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 share No wonder This could be sound Who said I do not know Silence like a cancer grow Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you But my words like silent raindrops fell In the echo of silence And the people bowed and prayed To a neon god made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was warning And the sign said the words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls The tenement halls The whisperings of silence