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Şifreni unuttuysan eposta adresini yaz, hemen yenisini yollayalım.
Sen sevip öptün diye senin mi oldu
Çiçekler taktın diye gelin mi oldu
En süslü yalanlarla aldattın onu
Geçmişler olsun geçmişler olsun
Ara ara belki de bulursun
Gündüz gece yalvar yakar olursun
Sende sıra ne denir ki sana
Geçmişler olsun
Bir köşede unuttun başkası kaptı
Aşkı çabuk öğrettin çok canlar yaktı
Göz açıp kapadın baktın ki kaçtı
Geçmişler olsun geçmişler olsun
Borusan KlasikFrancis Poulenc : La Voix Humaine (Based On " The Human Voice " By Jean Cocteau)Barbara Hannigan, L'orchestre Philharmonique De Radio France
Hello darkness, my old friend,
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
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
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 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
And no one 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 to you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells 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'd in the sounds of silence.
