Somewhere between the airport and the speedway
there once was an arbor my haven on its heyday
among mice, butterflies, pure peace no worry
no barriers of sound, no hooters of the hurry

Listen to the silence
through all the noise around
hear when a crowd makes no sound.
Listen to the silence
not the man-made machine
but the holy evergreen.

Once we got thrilled by watching calm of blossom
Today the trend is: the louder the more awesome
I live now in the grave of foregone glory
they buried long ago the stillness of satori

Listen to the silence
through all the noise around
hear when a crowd makes no sound.
Listen to the silence
not the man-made machine
but the holy evergreen.

Call me an ecofascist or call me a jerk
but I just get annoyed by the loudest fireworks
don't listen to me, hush cacophony for a while
perceive the treasures lost in exile.