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Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again,
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Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
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And the vision that was planted in my brain
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Still remains Within the sound of silence.
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¿©º¸°Ô ¾îµÒ¾Æ ³ªÀÇ ¿¾ Ä£±¸¿©. ÀÚ³×¿Í ´Ù½Ã ¾ê±âÇÏ°í ½Í¾î¿Ô´Ù³×. ¿Ö³Ä¸é, ³»°¡ Àáµç »çÀÌ¿¡ ¾î¶² ȯ¿µÀÌ »ì¸ç½Ã ´Ù°¡¿Í ¾¾¸¦ »Ñ¸®°í °¬°Åµç.
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³» ¸Ó¸® ¼Ó¿¡ ½É¾îÁø ±× ȯ¿µÀº ħ¹¬ÀÇ ¼Ò¸® ¼Ó¿¡
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¾ÆÁ÷µµ ³²¾Æ ÀÖ¾î.
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In restless dreams I walked alone
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Narrow streets of cobblestone,
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'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
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I turned my collar to the cold and damp
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When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
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That split the night And touched the sound of silence.
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ÀáÀ» ¼³Ä£ ²Þ¼Ó¿¡¼ ÀÚ°¥ÀÌ ±ò¸° Á¼Àº °ñ¸ñ±æÀ»
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³ Ȧ·Î °É¾ú¾î.
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°¡·Îµî ºÒºûÀÇ ¿ø±¤(êÎÃ) ¾Æ·¡¼
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³ ÃßÀ§¿Í ½À±â¸¦ ¸·À¸·Á ¿Ê±êÀ» ¿Ã·Á ¼¼¿üÁö.
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³×¿Â ºÒºûÀÇ ¹Ý¦ÀÓ ¶§¹®¿¡ ³»´«ÀÌ ºÎ¼Ì°í
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°á±¹ ±× ºÒºûÀº ¹ãÀÇ Ä§¹¬ÀÇ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ±ú¶ß·Á ¹ö·È¾î.
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And in the naked light I saw
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Ten thousand people, maybe more.
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People talking without speaking,
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People hearing without listening,
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People writing songs that voices never share
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And no one dare Disturb the sound of silence.
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Àû³ª¶óÇÑ ºÒºû ¼Ó¿¡¼ ³ º¸¾Ò¾î.
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¸¸ ¸í, ¾î¼¸é ´õ ¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀ».
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±× »ç¶÷µéÀº ¹º°¡ Àǹ̷Π´Ù°¡¿À´Â ¾ê±â´Â ÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀº ä ±×³É¶°µé¾î´ë°í ÀÖ°í
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±×µéÀº ±Í±â¿ï¿© µèÁö ¾Ê°í ±×Àú ´Ù¸¥ ±Í·Î Èê·Á¹ö¸®°í
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¿ì¸® Àΰ£ÀÇ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®·Î´Â Ç¥ÇöÇÑ ÀûÀÌ ¾ø´Â °É ³ë·¡¶ó°í ¸¸µé°í ÀÖ¾î.
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±×¸®°í ¾Æ¹«µµ °¨È÷ ±× ħ¹¬ÀÇ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ±ú¶ß¸®Áö ¸øÇßÁö.
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"Fools" said I, "You do not know
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silence like a cancer grows.
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Hear my words that I might teach you,
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Take my arms that I might reach you."
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But my words like silent raindrops fell
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and echoed In the wells of silence
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"¹Ùº¸µé" ³»°¡ ¸»Çß¾î. "´ç½ÅµéÀº ħ¹¬ÀÌ
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¸¶Ä¡ ¾Ï°ú °°ÀÌ ÆÛÁö´Â °Í"À» ¸ô¶ó¿ä.
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³Ê¸¦ ±ú¿ìÄ¥Áöµµ ¸ð¸£´Â ÇÑ ¼ö ¾Ë·Á ÁÙ²² µé¾îºÁ¿ä
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³» ÆÈÀ» Àâ¾Æ ºÁ¿ä. ³»°¡ ´Ù°¡ °¥²²¿ä."
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ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ªÀÇ ¾ê±â´Â ¼Ò¸®¾øÀÌ ³»¸®´Â ºø¹æ¿ïó·³
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ħ¹¬ÀÇ »ù¾È¿¡ ¶³¾îÁ® ¸Þ¾Æ¸® ÃÆ¾î.
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[ȸÀÇ ¸ð¼øÀ» ²¿ÁýÀ¸·Á°í ¸öºÎ¸²À» Ãĺ¸Áö¸¸
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ÇѰ迡 ºÎµúÄ¡°í ¸¶´Â ¸ð½ÀÀÔ´Ï´Ù]
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And the people bowed and prayed
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To the neon god they made.
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And the sign flashed out its warning,
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In the words that it was forming.
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And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
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And tenement halls."
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And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
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»ç¶÷µéÀº ÀÚ½ÅÀÌ ¸¸µç ³×¿Â ½Å¿¡°Ô ÀýÇÏ°í ±âµµÇß¾î.
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±×¸®°í ±× ³×¿ÂÀÌ ¸¸µé¾î ³»´Â ¹®±¸¿¡
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°æ°íÀÇ ¸Þ½ÃÁö°¡ ºû³µ¾î.
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ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¾²¿© ÀÖ¾úÁö.
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"¿¹¾ðÀÚÀÇ ¸»¾¸Àº ÁöÇÏö º®¿¡, ±×¸®°í ºó¹Î°¡ÀÇ º®¿¡ ÀûÇô ÀÖ´Ù"°í
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±×¸®°í ħ¹¬ÀÇ ¼Ò¸® ¼Ó¿¡ ¼Ó»è¿´Áö.
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[¹Ì±¹ ÁöÈ÷öÀ̳ª ÈæÀÎ ½½·³°¡ÀÇ ³«¼¸¦ ¿¬»óÇØ¾ß ÇÒ °Í °°´Ù. µ¿¼°í±ÝÀ» ¸··ÐÇÏ°í ¿ø·¡ ³«¼¶ó´Â °ÍÀÌ »çȸºñÆÇÀûÀ̰í, ¹ÝÇ×ÀûÀÌÁö ¾Ê°Ú´Â°¡?]
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The Sounds Of Silence (The best of Simon)
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| Simon and Garfunkel |