ħ¹¬ÀÇ ¼Ò¸®(The sound of silence)

Æú »çÀÌ¸Õ Àۻ硤ÀÛ°î. ³ë·¡ Emilliana Torrini.

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   Paul SimonÀº ÀÌ °îÀ» ½á¼­ ´º¿åÀÇ folk club¿¡¼­ ºÎ¸£±â ½ÃÀÛÇÏ´Ù°¡
   îïÏп¡ Å©°Ô È÷Æ®ÇÏ¿© 1À§¸¦ ¸¶Å©ÇÏ¿´´Ù°í ÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

 

The sound of silence

 

íÂÞö, íÂÍØ : Paul Simon

³ë·¡ : Emilliana Torrini

 

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.

 

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½É¾îÁ® ÀÖ´ø ȯ»óÀÌ »ì¸ç½Ã ´Ù°¡¿À±â ¶§¹®ÀÌÁö.

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Áö±Ýµµ ħ¹¬ÀÇ ¼Ò¸®·Î ³²¾Æ ÀÖ¾î.


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.

 

ºÒ¾ÈÇÑ ²Þ ¼Ó¿¡¼­ ÀÚ°¥ÀÌ ±ò¸° Á¼Àº ±æÀ» È¥ÀÚ °É¾ú¾î.

°¡·Îµî ºÒºô ¾Æ·¡¿¡¼­

½À±âÂ÷°í Â÷°¡¿ö Ä®·¯¸¦ ¼¼¿üÁö

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±× ºûÀº ¹ãÀ» ³ª´©¸ç ħ¹¬ÀÇ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ °Çµå·ÈÁö.


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.

 

¹þÀº Á¶¸í ¾Õ¿¡¼­

¸¸¸í, ȤÀº ±× º¸´Ù ´õ ¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀ» º¸¾Ò¾î,

»ç¶÷µéÀº ¸»¾ø´Â ¾ê±â¸¦ Çϰí, µèÁö¾Ê°í ±Í ±â¿ïÀ̰í

°°ÀÌ µéÀ» ¼ö ¾ø´Â ¼Ò¸®ÀÇ ³ë·¡¸¦ ¸¸µé¾úÁö.

±×¸®°í ´©±¸µµ °¨È÷ ħ¹¬ÀÇ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ¹æÇØ ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø¾ú¾î.

 

'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

 

'¹Ùº¸µé' ÇÏ°í ³ª´Â ¸»ÇßÁö.

ħ¹¬Àº ¾ÏÀÌ ÀÚ¶ó´Â °Í°ú °°´Ù´Â°É ´ç½ÅµéÀº ¸ð¸£¼¼¿ä?

´ç½ÅµéÀ» °¡¸£ÃÄ ÁÙ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ³» ¸»À» µé¾î¿ä.

´ç½Åµé¿¡°Ô ´êÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ³» ÆÈÀ» Àâ¾Æ¿ä'

ÇãÁö¸¸ ³» ¸»Àº ¼Ò¸®¾ø´Â ºø¹æ¿ï ó·³ ¶³¾îÁö¸ç

ħ¹¬ÀÇ ±íÀº °ø°£¿¡¼­ ¸Þ¾Æ¸®Ãƾî.

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.

 

±×¸®°í »ç¶÷µéÀº ±×µéÀÌ ¸¸µç ³×¿Â ãê¿¡°Ô ÀýÇÏ¸ç ±âµµÇßÁö

³×¿ÂÀÌ ¸¸µé¾î ³»´Â ±ÛÀÚ ¼Ó¿¡ '°æ°í' ½ÎÀÎÀÌ ºûÀ» ³Â¾î

½ÎÀÎÀº '¿¹¾ðÀÚÀÇ ¸»Àº ÁöÇÏö º®À̳ª, ¾ÆÆÄÆ® Çö°ü¿¡ ½áÀÖ´Ù' ¶ó°í ¸»ÇßÁö.

±×·¸°Ô Ä§¹¬ÀÇ ¼Ò¸®·Î ¼Ó»è¿´¾î.

 

 

Paul Simon &Arthur Garfunkel


 

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