Злой угуландский колдун и крылатый ахтунг. Эмоциональный преступник
Все-таки саундтреки – это нечто. Особенно к снайдеровским фильмам. Мало где, кроме "Хранителей" (и некоторых других фильмов Зака) песни впихиваются целиком, а не каким-то особо эмоциональным кусочком.
И это правильно, потому что вычленять отдельные куски из "The Sound Of Silence" – форменное святотаство. От первой до последней ноты здесь цепляет все. И кажущаяся мягкость мелодии (которая на самом деле бьет по шарам), офигенно красивый текст (см. ниже) и одно из лучших в истории исполнение дуэтом.
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 dared
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 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,
Тhe words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper'd in the sound of silence
Перевод (с Амальгамы)
И это правильно, потому что вычленять отдельные куски из "The Sound Of Silence" – форменное святотаство. От первой до последней ноты здесь цепляет все. И кажущаяся мягкость мелодии (которая на самом деле бьет по шарам), офигенно красивый текст (см. ниже) и одно из лучших в истории исполнение дуэтом.
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 dared
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 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,
Тhe words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper'd in the sound of silence
Перевод (с Амальгамы)
Без лишней скромности скажу, что это лучшее мое музыкальное приобретение. Liberta Et Impera!
