作曲 : From Monument to Masses Deafening -From Monument To Masses Written by ：From Monument To Masses Silence dissolves all objects It is not related to any counterpart which belongs to the mind Silence has nothing to do with the mind It cannot be defined It can be felt directly because it is our nearness Silence is restriction It is feeling without a feeler Silence needs no intermediary Sound which comes from silence is music Within these four walls only a number exists Which does not progress Which slowly will wish more and more for death But suddenly my conscience awakes And I see that this tide has no heartbeat Only the pulse of machines And the military showing their midwives'faces Full of sweetness How much humanity Exposed to hunger cold panic pain Moral pressures terror and insanity What horror the face of fascism creates They carry out their plans with knife like precision To them blood equals medals Slaughter is an act of heroism How hard it is to sing When I must sing of horror Horror which I am living Horror which I am dying To see myself among so much And so many moments of infinity In which silence and screams Are the end of my song
[00:00.000] 作曲 : From Monument to Masses [00:00.277]Deafening -From Monument To Masses [00:01.740]Written by ：From Monument To Masses [00:17.338]Silence dissolves all objects [00:21.573]It is not related to any counterpart which belongs to the mind [00:25.692]Silence has nothing to do with the mind [00:29.640]It cannot be defined [00:31.462]It can be felt directly because it is our nearness [00:39.395]Silence is restriction [00:42.18]It is feeling without a feeler [00:46.140]Silence needs no intermediary [00:51.442]Sound which comes from silence is music [02:37.877]Within these four walls only a number exists [02:41.158]Which does not progress [02:44.734]Which slowly will wish more and more for death [02:49.968]But suddenly my conscience awakes [02:52.748]And I see that this tide has no heartbeat [02:56.241]Only the pulse of machines [02:59.161]And the military showing their midwives'faces [03:01.819]Full of sweetness [03:06.948]How much humanity [03:08.83]Exposed to hunger cold panic pain [03:13.61]Moral pressures terror and insanity [03:17.981]What horror the face of fascism creates [03:21.213]They carry out their plans with knife like precision [03:24.403]To them blood equals medals [03:27.334]Slaughter is an act of heroism [03:30.661]How hard it is to sing [03:32.385]When I must sing of horror [03:34.922]Horror which I am living [03:37.275]Horror which I am dying [03:40.01]To see myself among so much [03:42.901]And so many moments of infinity [03:45.540]In which silence and screams [03:47.93]Are the end of my song
