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 and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, that split the night, and touched 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 one dare disturb 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 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 tenement halls, and whispered in the sounds of silence."
2 爱的细语There's A Kind Of Hush
There's kind of hush all over the world tonight. All over the world you can hear the sound of lovers in love. You know what I mean. Just the two of us, and nobody else in sight. There's nobody else and I'm feeling good just holding you tight. So listen very carefully. Get closer now and you will see what I mean. It isn't a dream. The only sound that you will hear is when I whisper in your ear, "I love you forever and ever." There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight. All over the world people just like us are falling in love.
3 阳光季节 Seasons In The Sun
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend. We've known each other since we were nine or ten. Together we've climbed hills and trees, learned of love and ABC's, skinned our hearts and skinned our knees. Goodbye, my friend. It's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that spring is in the air, pretty girls are everywhere. Think of me and I'll be there. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun, but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me. I was the black sheep of the family. You tried to teach me right from wrong. Too much wine and too much song. Wonder how I got along. Goodbye, papa. It's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that the spring is in the air, little children everywhere. When you see them, I'll be there. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun, but the wine and the song, like the seasons, have all gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one. You gave me love and helped me find the sun. And every time that I was down, you would always come around, and get my feet back on the ground. Goodbye, Michele. It's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky Now that spring is in the air, with the flowers everywhere, I wish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun, but the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach. All our lives we had fun, we had seasons in the sun, but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time.
4 唱首忧郁的歌 Song Sung Blue
Song sun blue. Everybody knows one. Song sung blue. Every garden grows one.
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then. And when you take the blues and make a song, you sing them out again, sing them out again.
Song sung blue. Weeping like a willow. Song sung blue. Sleeping on my pillow. Funny thing but you can sing it with a cry in your voice. And before you know it, get to feeling good. You simply got no choice.
5 在老橡树上系黄丝带 Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Old Oak Tree
I'm coming home; I've done my time. Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine. If you received my letter telling you still want me, if you still want me. Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree. It's been three long years. Do you still want me? If I don't see a ribbon 'round the old oak tree, I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me, if I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree.
Bus driver, please look for me, 'cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see. I'm really still in prison, and my love she holds the key. A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free. I wrote and told her please.
Now the whole danm bus is cheering, and I can't believe I see a hundred yellow ribbons 'round the old oak tree. I'm coming home.
6 雨的旋律 Rhythm of The Rain
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain, telling me just what a fool I've been. I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain, and let me be alone again.
The only girl I care about has gone away, looking for a brand-new start. But little does she know that when she left that day, along with her she took my heart.
Rain, please tell me now. Does that seem fair for her to steal my heart away when she don't care? I can't love another when my heart's somewhere far away.
Rain, won't you tell her that I love her so? Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow. Rain in her heart and let the love we knew start to grow.
Oh, listen to the falling rain--pitter-patter...
7 七个寂寞的日子 Seven Lonely Days
Seven lonely days make one lonely week. Seven lonely nights make one lonely me. Ever since the time you told me we were through, seven lonely days, I cried and cried for you.
Oh, my darling, you're crying-boo-hoo-hoo-hoo. There's no use in denying I cried for you. It was your favorite pastime making me blue. Last week was the last time I cried for you.
Seven hankies blue are filled with my tears, seven letters, too, are filled with my fears. Guess it never pays to make your lover blue. Seven lonely days I cried and cried for you.
She was afraid to come out of the locker. She was as nervous as she could be. She was afraid to come out of the locker. She was afraid that somebody would see.
(One, two, three, four--tell the people what she wore.) It was an itsybitsy-teenie-weenie yellow polka-dot bikini that she wore for the first time today. An itsybitsy-teenie-weeni yellow polka-dot bikini, so in the locker she wanted to stay.(Two, three, four--stick around, we'll tell you more.)She was afraid to come out in the open, and so a blanket around her she wore. She was afraid to come out in the open, and so she sat bundled up on the shore.
Now she's afraid to come out of the water, and I wonder what she's gonna do. Now she's afraid to come out of the water, and the poor little girl's turning blue.
From the locker to the blanket, from the blanket to the shore, from the shore to the water. Guess there isn't anymore.
9 波夫Puff
Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea, and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee. Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff, and brought him strings and sealing wax, and other fancy stuff.
Together they would travel on a boat with bill owed sail. Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail. Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came. Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name.
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys. Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more. And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar. His head was bent in sorrow; green scales fell like rain. Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane. Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave. So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave.
10 柠檬树 Lemon Tree
When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me, "Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree. Don't put your faith in love, my boy." My father said to me, "I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree."
Lemon tree very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet, but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet, but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
One day beneath the lemon tree my love and I did lie. A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the stars rose in the sky. We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree. The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me.
One day she left without a word, she took away the sun. And in the dark she'd left behind, I knew what she had done. She left me for another; it's a common tale but true. A sadder man but wiser now, I sing these words to you.
