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@DimashQudaibergen_official @DisturbedMusic ... #dj #music #remix #dimashkudaibergen #ะ”ะธะผะฐัˆ #dimash #dears #แ„ƒแ…ตแ„†แ…กแ„‰แ…ฑ #่ฟช็Ž›ๅธŒ #weekend #dqdear17 #kazakhstan #fy #fyp #foryou #foryoupage #shorts #2023 #2023โค๐Ÿ˜ #together #loveyouguys #2024 The Sound of Silence ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ : Hello darkness, my old friend ๋‚˜์˜ ์˜ค๋žœ ์นœ๊ตฌ ์–ด๋‘ ์ด์—ฌ Iโ€™ve come to talk with you again ๋„ˆ์™€ ๋Œ€ํ™”ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ๋˜ ์™”๋„ค Because a vision softly creeping ์™œ๋ƒํ•˜๋ฉด ์ž ์ž๋Š” ๋™์•ˆ ๋ชฐ๋ž˜ ๋“ค์–ด์˜จ ํ™˜์˜์ด Left its seeds while I was sleeping ๋‚ด ์˜์‹์†์— ์”จ์•—์„ ๋ฟŒ๋ ค๋†“์•˜๋„ค And the vision that was planted in my brain ๋‚˜์˜ ๋‡Œ๋ฆฌ์— ๊ทธ ํ™˜์˜์ด Still remains within the sound of silence ์นจ๋ฌต์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์•ˆ์— ์•„์ง๋„ ๋‚จ์•„์žˆ๋„ค In restless dreams, I walked alone ๋์—†๋Š” ๊ฟˆ ์†์—์„œ Narrow streets of cobblestone ์ข์€ ์ž๊ฐˆ๊ธธ์„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ™€๋กœ ๊ฑธ์—ˆ์ง€ Neath the halo of a street lamp ๊ฐ€๋กœ๋“ฑ ๋ถˆ๋น› ์•„๋ž˜์—์„œ I turned my collar to the cold and damp ์ถ”์œ„์™€ ์Šต๊ธฐ์— ์˜ท๊นƒ์„ ์„ธ์› ์ง€ When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a (๋ฐค ํ•˜๋Š˜์„ ๊ฐ€๋ฅด๋Š” ๋„ค์˜จ์‚ฌ์ธ ๋ถˆ๋น›์—) ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋ถ€์…จ๋˜ ๊ทธ๋•Œ neon light That split the night, ๋ฐค ํ•˜๋Š˜์„ ๊ฐ€๋ฅด๋Š” ๋„ค์˜จ์‚ฌ์ธ ๋ถˆ๋น›์— and touched the sound of silence ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์นจ๋ฌต์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์™€ ๋งˆ์ฃผํ–ˆ์ง€ ======================================= ์ž๋ง‰ ======================================= โ€œFools,โ€œ said I, โ€œYou do not knowโ€œ ๋ฐ”๋ณด๋“ค์•„, ์นจ๋ฌต์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” Silence like a cancer frows ์•” ์„ธํฌ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์ž๋ผ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋งํ•ด์ฃผ์—ˆ์ง€ Hear my words that I might teach you ํ•œ์ˆ˜ ์•Œ๋ ค์ค„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋‚ด ๋ง์„ ๋“ค์–ด๋ณด๋ผ๊ณ  Take my arms that I might reach you ๋„์™€์ค„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋‚ด ํŒ”์„ ์žก์œผ๋ผ๊ณ  But my words, like silent raindrops , fell ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜ ๋‚ด ๋ง์€ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์—†๋Š” ๋น—๋ฌผ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€๊ณ  And echoed in the wells of silence ์นจ๋ฌต์˜ ์šฐ๋ฌผ์†์—์„œ ๋ฉ”์•„๋ฆฌ์ณค์ง€ And the people bowed and prayde ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์€ (๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ๋งŒ๋“  ๋ฌผ์งˆ๋ฌธ๋ช…์—) ์ ˆ์„ ํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ธฐ๋„ํ–ˆ์ง€ To the neon god the made ๊ทธ๋“ค ์Šค์Šค๋กœ ๋งŒ๋“ค์–ด๋‚ธ ๋ฌผ์งˆ๋ฌธ๋ช…์— And the signflashed out its warning ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ๋“ฑ์ด ์ผœ์กŒ์ง€ In the words that it was forming ์‹ ์กฐ์–ด๋กœ ๋ง์ด์•ผ And the sign said, โ€œThe words of the prophets are ๊ทธ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ๋“ฑ์€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋งํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋„ค written on the subway walls and tenement halls ์˜ˆ์–ธ์ž์˜ ๋ง์”€์ด ์ง€ํ•˜์ฒ  ๋ฒฝ์— ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์•„ํŒŒํŠธ ๋ณต๋„์— ์”Œ์—ฌ์žˆ๊ณ  And whispered in the sound of silence ์นจ๋ฌต์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ์†์‚ญ์ด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹คโ€œ๊ณ 
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