Vertaling van: Boudewijn de Groot - Het Geluid Van Stilte

Listen darkness, my friend
To what do I owe it
That every time in my dreams
I heva to encounter the same fear?
And the vision that threatens me
And I'm expecting every night again
With the sound of silence

In every dream I walk alone
Through streets without end
Under a chilly streetlamp
I stare into the dark night
Until I'm blinded by a flash
In my face, neon light
And I hear the sound of silence And then I see again and again
Ten thousand people, maybe more
Whispering without saying a word
Hearing but listening to no one
Writing songs that no mortal will sing
It stays silent, I only hear the silence

Strange that only now I know
That silence eats into my brain
Are my words not heard?
Are my gestures maybe lost?
For my words fall like the rain, silent, without will
Echo of nothing than silence

And one is afraid of every commandment
From the high neon god
And on all sides preach
Light advertisements as a sign
That the words of prophets
Are on the fences as exhortation
There remains only the silence