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...