Meteora

I was born in a world of noise Silicon Valley, digital toys Always connected, never alone A thousand friends I've never known Our faces lit by blue light glow While somewhere monks in Meteora know The value of the silent stone They climb the ancient paths each day While we scroll our lives away Μετέωρα, πέτρα και ουρανός Μοναχικός, γαλήνιος, ιερός Στον κόσμο αυτό ησυχία βρες Μακριά από τις φωνές (Meteora, rock and sky Solitary, peaceful, sacred In this world find silence Away from the voices) The monks of Meteora rise Before the sun paints morning skies Their cells are bare, their needs are few While I check what my followers do They've turned away from worldly fame To seek a truth without a name That can't be found in likes or views They find their peace in solitude While we drown in multitudes Μετέωρα, πέτρα και ουρανός Μοναχικός, γαλήνιος, ιερός Στον κόσμο αυτό ησυχία βρες Μακριά από τις φωνές And sometimes when the noise won't cease I dream of finding such release From all the constant bombardment The endless stream of discontent What wisdom waits in silence there? What truth hangs suspended in air? Between the heaven and the earth What mysteries might find their birth? From New York City to L.A. We race through every crowded day Our watches smart, our patience thin The world outside, the world within All blurred together, never still While they contemplate on that hill The same questions since time began Μετέωρα, πέτρα και ουρανός Μοναχικός, γαλήνιος, ιερός Στον κόσμο αυτό ησυχία βρες Μακριά από τις φωνές The monks have found their sanctuary High above our vanity And I wonder what they've found In the silence, in the clouds...