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Emiliana Torrini - The Sound Of Silence

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Emiliana Torrini - The Sound Of Silence(์—๋ฐ€๋ฆฌ์•„๋‚˜ ํ† ๋ฆฌ๋‹ˆ - ์นจ๋ฌต์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ) Hello darkness, my old friend ์•ˆ๋…• ์–ด๋‘ , ๋‚˜์˜ ์˜ค๋ž˜๋œ ์นœ๊ตฌ์•ผ I've come to talk with you again ๋„ˆ์™€ ์–˜๊ธฐํ•˜๋ ค ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ฐพ์•„์™”์–ด Because a vision softly creeping ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ์‚ด๋ฉฐ์‹œ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์˜ค๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์ด Left its seeds while I was sleeping ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ž๋Š”๋™์•ˆ ์”จ์•—์„ ๋‚จ๊ฒจ๋‘์—ˆ๊ธฐ์— And the vision that was planted in my brain ๋‚ด ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์†์— ์‹ฌ์–ด์ง„ ๋ชจ์Šต์ด Still remains ์•„์ง๋„ ์žˆ๊ธฐ์— Within the sound of silence ์นจ๋ฌต์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ๊ทธ ์†์— In restless dreams I walked alone ๋Š์ด์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ๊ฟˆ๋“ค์†์— ๋‚œ ํ˜ผ์ž ๊ฑธ์—ˆ์–ด Narrow streets of cobblestone ์ž๊ฐˆ๋Œ ๊น”๋ฆฐ ์ข์€ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋“ค์„ Neath the halo of a street lamp ๊ฐ€๋กœ๋“ฑ์˜ ํ›„๊ด‘ ์•„๋ž˜์— I turned my collar to the cold and damp ์ถ”์›€๊ณผ ์Šต๊ธฐ์— ์˜ท๊นƒ์„ ์„ธ์› ์ง€ When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light ๋‚ด ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ์„ ์ฐŒ๋ฅธ ๋„ค์˜จ ๋ถˆ๋น›์˜ ์„ฌ๊ด‘์ด That split the night ๋ฐค์„ ๊ฐ€๋ฅด๊ณ  And touched the sound of silence ์นจ๋ฌต์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์–ด๋ฃจ๋งŒ์กŒ์„๋•Œ And in the naked light I saw ์ˆœ์ˆ˜ํ•œ ๋น›์†์— ๋‚œ ๋ณด์•˜์–ด Ten thousand people, maybe more ๋งŒ๋ช…, ์–ด์ฉŒ๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋” ๋งŽ์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์„ People talking without speaking ๋งํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ์–˜๊ธฐํ•˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค People hearing without listening ๋“ฃ์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ์ดํ•ดํ•˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค People writing songs that voices never share ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ๋‚˜๋ˆ„์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋“ค์„ ์“ฐ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค And no one dared ๊ทธ ์•„๋ฌด๋„ ๊ฐํžˆ Disturb the sound of silence ์นจ๋ฌต์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฉํ•ดํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ์–ด "Fools", said I, "You do not know "๋ฐ”๋ณด๋“ค", ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋งํ–ˆ๋„ค, "๋„ˆํฌ๋“ค์€ ๋ชฐ๋ผ Silence like a cancer grows ์•”์ด ํผ์ง€๋Š”๋“ฏํ•œ ์นจ๋ฌต์„ Hear my words that I might teach you ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ€๋ฅด์ณ์ค„ ๋ง๋“ค์„ ์ž˜ ๋“ค์–ด Take my arms that I might reach you" ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ป—์–ด์ค„ ํŒ”๋“ค์„ ๊ผญ ์žก์•„" But my words, like silent raindrops fell ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚ด ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์กฐ์šฉํ•œ ๋น—๋ฐฉ์šธ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋–จ์–ด์ ธ And echoed In the wells of silence ๋ฉ”์•„๋ฆฌ์ณค๋„ค ์นจ๋ฌต์˜ ์šฐ๋ฌผ์†์—์„œ And the people bowed and prayed ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์€ ์ ˆํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ธฐ๋„ํ–ˆ์–ด To the neon god they made ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ๋งŒ๋“ค์–ด๋‚ธ ๋„ค์˜จ์˜ ์‹ ์—๊ฒŒ And the sign flashed out its warning ์‹ธ์ธ์ด ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ˜์ง์ด๋ฉฐ In the words that it was forming ๋งŒ๋“ค์–ด๋‚ด๋Š” ๊ธ€์”จ๋“ค ์†์—์„œ And the sign said, ์‹ธ์ธ์ด ๋งํ•˜๊ธธ, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls "์˜ˆ์–ธ์ž๋“ค์˜ ๋ง๋“ค์€ ์ง€ํ•˜์ฒ  ๋ฒฝ๋“ค๊ณผ And tenement halls" ์•„ํŒŒํŠธ ๋ฒฝ๋“ค์— ์“ฐ์—ฌ์กŒ๋‹ค๋„ค" And whispered in the sounds of silence ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์นจ๋ฌต์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์†์— ์†์‚ญ์˜€์–ด