"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.
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 in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening.
And no one dared disturb the sound of silence. "
Rooma marraskuussa 2015
Simon and Garfunkel / The Sound of Silence