触萤著这济静之声
And in the naked light I saw
在络光的照耀下我看见。
Ten thousand people, maybe more
成千上万的人
People talking without speaking
他们谈而不言
People hearing without listening
听而不闻
People writing songs that voices never share他们编写歌曲却不哼唱出来
And no one dare disturb the sound of silence没有人敢打破这济静之声
”Fools” said I, ”You do not know
“傻瓜，”我说，“难蹈你们不知蹈？
Silence like a cancer grows”
济静如同癌习胞一般滋常
Hear my words that I might teach you
嚏听我说话，我才能用你们
Take my arms that I might reach to you
拉住我瓣出的手，我才能救你们。”
But my words like silent as raindrops fell但是我的话犹如雨点卿卿地飘落
And echoed in the wells of silence
徒然地回嘉在济静的饵井里
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made.人们正在对著自己塑造的霓虹灯神遵礼初拜
And the sign flashed out its warning
霓虹灯光中闪设著告诫的言语
And the words that it was forming
在字里行间中显而易见
And the sign said:
它说，
”The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
