April Come

She Will

Simon and Garfunkel

April come she will

When streams are ripe and swelled with rain

May she will stay

Resting in my arms again

June she’ll change her tune

In restless walks she’ll prowl the night

July she will fly

And give no warning to her flight

August die she must

The autumn’s wind blow chilly and cold

September I’ll remember

A love once new has now grown old

For Emily

Whenever I May Find Her

Simon and Garfunkel

What I dream I had:

Pressed in organdy;

Clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy;

Softer than the rain.

I wandered empty streets

Down past the shop displays.

I heard cathedral bells

Tripping down the alley ways,

As I walked on.

And when you ran to me

Your cheeks flushed with the night.

We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight,

I held your hand.

And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,

I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.

Oh I love you, girl.

Oh, I love you.

Senza proferir parola...

creò intorno a sè un sonoro profondo silenzio.

(Irene da Citazioni improbabili)

Sound Of Silence

Simon and Garfunkel

Hello darkness my old friend,

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

left it's seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

still remains, within the sounds of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone,

narrow streets of cobblestone

'neath the halo of a streetlamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

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

noone 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 well 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 whisper the sounds of silence.

BOXER

SIMON AND GARFUNKEL

I am just a poor boy

Though my story's seldom told

I have squandered my resistance

For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises

All lies and jests

Still a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family

I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway station running scared

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters

Where the ragged people go

Looking for the places only they would know

Lie la lie ...

Asking only workman's wages

I come looking for a job

But I get no offers,

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there

Lie la lie ...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

And wishing I was gone

Going home

Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me

Bleeding me, going home

In the clearing stands a boxer

And a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders

Of ev'ry glove that layed him down

Or cut him till he cried out

In his anger and his shame

"I am leaving, I am leaving"

But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie ...

Ciao oscurità, vecchia amica mia

son venuto per parlare ancora con te........

....E nella luce nuda vidi
diecimila persone, forse più
gente che comunicava senza parlare
gente che sentiva senza ascoltare
gente che scriveva canzoni che nessuna
voce avrebbe mai cantato
e nessuno osava
disturbare il suono del silenzio.....

The Sound of Silence(Live)-Simon & Garfunkel



Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
left it's seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains, within the sounds of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone,
narrow streets of cobblestone
'neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
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
noone 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 the will 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 whisper the sounds of silence.


Traduzione (dal web)

Ciao oscurità, vecchia amica mia
son venuto per parlare ancora con te
perchè una visione strisciando senza far rumore
ha sparso i suoi semi mentre stavo dormendo
E la visione
così piantata nel mio cervello,
rimane ancora
nel suono del silenzio

In sogni irrequieti vagai da solo
per viottoli di acciottolato
sotto la tenue luce di un lampione
rivoltai il mio bavero per il freddo e per l'umidità
quando i miei occhi vennero trafitti
dal flash di una luce al neon
che lacerò la notte
e toccò il suono del silenzio

E nella luce nuda vidi
diecimila persone, forse più
gente che comunicava senza parlare
gente che sentiva senza ascoltare
gente che scriveva canzoni che nessuna
voce avrebbe mai cantato
e nessuno osava
disturbare il suono del silenzio

"Sciocchi" dissi io "non sapete che il silenzio si espande come un cancro"
Ascoltate le mie parole così che io possa insegnarvi
prendete le mie braccia così che io possa raggiungervi
Ma le mie parole caddero come gocce di pioggia silenti
Ed echeggiarono nel prorompere del silenzio

E la gente s'inchinò e pregò

il dio-neon che aveva creato
e l'insegna saettò il suo avvertimento
nelle parole che si stavano plasmando
E le insegne dissero: "Le parole dei profeti
sono scritte sui muri della metropolitana
e nei corridoi delle case popolari
e sussurrate nel suono del silenzio