It started out as a feeling Which then grew into a hope Which then turned into a quiet thought Which then turned into a quiet word And then that word grew louder and louder 'Til it was a battle cry I'll come back When you call me No need to say goodbye

So we went on our way Too in love to think straight All alone or so it seemed But there were strangers watching And whispers turned to talking And talking turned to screams.

Живи так, чтобы твое молчание после ухода в небытие звучало громче слов…

— Илья Александрович Игин

Actions speak louder than words do, it's pretty quiet, isn't it?

На склоне дня не удержать рукой Предчувствие, надежду и покой.

— Олег Ладыженский