In jouw ogen
Zie ik alles
Zelfs de maan
Zijn de Kleuren
Omgebogen
naar de warmte
Van jouw taan

Het gevoel door
mijn lichaam
Speelt een hoge toon
Verlangend naar veel verder
Een ingekleurde droom

Onze handen zijn verbonden
In het niets van huid tot huid
Nog zoveel is ongeschonden
In de lente van een bruid

In jouw ogen
Zie ik alles
Zelfs de maan
Zijn de kleuren
Omgebogen
Naar de warmte van jouw taan
Ons verhaal

Sound of Silence

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

It split the night...

And touched the sound of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made.

Fools said I,

You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows.

And in the naked light

I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more.

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening

System check!

Neon black!

And the sign flashed out its warning,

In the words that it was forming.

The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls.

And whispered...In the sound of silence.

The sounds...Fools. said I, You do not know

like a cancer grows.

Hear my words that I might teach you,

Take my arms that I might reach you.

Dromen