The world stops, silence prevails
It starts again, chaos
So much rush, so much greed
I think silence is all we need.
Everyday day at four, go out and see
Beauteous benign beatific breeze blows
In your heart , you will feel
That silence is really a great deal.
And when you’re tired, just think for a moment
How much we have discovered and how much still
There is left to see, for us in this world
Oh! A lot and let it be.
While our mind wanders the corners of the universe
There is our intellect, sitting calm
No possession, no attachment
With the waves, under a palm.
It starts again, chaos
So much rush, so much greed
I think silence is all we need.
Everyday day at four, go out and see
Beauteous benign beatific breeze blows
In your heart , you will feel
That silence is really a great deal.
And when you’re tired, just think for a moment
How much we have discovered and how much still
There is left to see, for us in this world
Oh! A lot and let it be.
While our mind wanders the corners of the universe
There is our intellect, sitting calm
No possession, no attachment
With the waves, under a palm.