Текст песни
[Intro instrumental]
[Verse 1]
We're used to speed, to a frantic pace,
Where every moment's like a shot, where thoughts accelerate.
The screen flashes brighter than a thousand lights,
And a quiet voice drowns amidst a million bytes.
Words flow in streams, but in our ears – emptiness,
We've unlearned to hear when the frequency's not the same, I confess.
A normal conversation feels like a slow-motion film,
Where the pause between phrases is an unbearable realm.
[Chorus]
We've unlearned to listen, we've unlearned to wait,
We need more sounds, lest boredom seal our fate.
Words that flow smoothly, like the evening tide,
No longer touch us, no longer stir us deep inside.
We've unlearned to listen, we've lost the thread,
And silence we're ready for anything to shed.
The normal speech tempo feels like a foreign tongue,
Because of which our world in an instant has shrunk.
[Verse 2]
I remember how once we'd listen till the dawn,
Delving into each syllable, like music drawn.
Now fingers themselves race on buttons in time,
And we don't hear those who speak out of rhyme.
A friend's calm voice is like the sound of rain,
Heard only in moments when you leave, again and again.
We seek in every word just a quick, bright click,
And forget what it means – a true, authentic tick.
[Chorus]
We've unlearned to listen, we've unlearned to wait,
We need more sounds, lest boredom seal our fate.
Words that flow smoothly, like the evening tide,
No longer touch us, no longer stir us deep inside.
We've unlearned to listen, we've lost the thread,
And silence we're ready for anything to shed.
The normal speech tempo feels like a foreign tongue,
Because of which our world in an instant has shrunk.
[Bridge]
Perhaps it's time to turn off all this noise and light,
To hear the silence that's no longer in sight?
To gather strength and simply slow this race,
Before we forget what it means to be human, in this place.
[Chorus]
We've unlearned to listen, we've unlearned to wait,
We need more sounds, lest boredom seal our fate.
Words that flow smoothly, like the evening tide,
No longer touch us, no longer stir us deep inside.
We've unlearned to listen, we've lost the thread,
And silence we're ready for anything to shed.
The normal speech tempo feels like a foreign tongue,
Because of which our world in an instant has shrunk.
[Outro]
The normal speech tempo...
And the world in an instant has shrunk.
We've unlearned to listen...
The normal speech tempo...
