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20  Windmills Of Your Mind / Dusty Springfield

 ¿µ±¹ÀÇ ±¹º¸±Þ °¡¼ö¿´´ø '´õ½ºÆ¼ ½ºÇÁ¸µÇʵå'ÀÇ 1969³â ÀÛǰÀ¸·Î ½Ì±Û Â÷Æ® 31À§±îÁö ±â·ÏÇß´ø ³ë·¡. ¾Æ·ÃÇÑ Ãß¾ïÀ» ¶°¿Ã¸®°Ô ÇÏ´Â °¡À»À» ´ëÇ¥ÇÏ´Â °îÀ¸·Î ½ºÆ¼ºê ¸ÆÄý ÁÖ¿¬ ¿µÈ­ 'Thomas Crown Affair'ÀÇ ÁÖÁ¦°¡·Î ¾²¿´À½. ÀÌ °îÀº ±×³à¿¡°Ô ¾ÆÄ«µ¥¹Ì ÁÖÁ¦°¡»óÀÇ ¿µ±¤À» ´©¸®°Ô Çß´ø °î.

 

Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel

¹ÙÄû ¼ÓÀÇ ¹ÙÄûó·³ ³ª¼± ¾ÈÀÇ ¿øÃ³·³ µÕ±Û´Ù

Never ending on beginning on an ever-spinning reel

¼ö·¹°¡ µ¹°í µ¹ µí ½ÃÀÛÇÏ¸é ³¡ÀÌ ¾ø°í

Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon

»ê¿¡ ³»¸®´Â ´«À̳ª ÃàÁ¦ÀÇ Ç³¼±Ã³·³

Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon

´Þ ÁÖº¯À» ¹ÝÁö ¸ð¾çÀ¸·Î µ¹¸ç ´Þ¸®´Â ȸÀü ¸ñ¸¶ ó·³

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face

¸Å ºÐ¸¶´Ù ºü¸£°Ô Áö³ª´Â ±×ÀÇ ¼Õ¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ½Ã°èó·³

And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space

±×¸®°í ¼¼»óÀº ¿ìÁÖ¸¦ Á¶¿ëÈ÷ µµ´Â »ç°ú¿Í °°´Ù

 

Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind

´ç½ÅÀÌ Ã£´Â ¹ÙÄûó·³, ´ç½Å ¸¶À½¼ÓÀÇ Ç³Â÷

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own

´ç½ÅÀÌ µû¶ó°¬´ø ÅͳΠ¼Ó ÅͳΠó·³

Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone

žçÀÌ °áÄÚ ºñÃßÁö ¾ÊÀº ÅÖºó ¼ÓÀ¸·Î ³»·Á°¡

Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream

ÀÒ¾î¹ö¸° ²Þ ¼ÓÀ» ȸÀüÇÏ´Â ¹® ó·³

Like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream

´©±º°¡ »ì¦ ´øÁø Á¶¾àµ¹ÀÌ ¸¸µç ¹°°áó·³

 

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face

¸Å ºÐ¸¶´Ù ºü¸£°Ô Áö³ª´Â ±×ÀÇ ¼Õ¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ½Ã°èó·³

And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space

±×¸®°í ¼¼»óÀº ¿ìÁÖ¸¦ Á¶¿ëÈ÷ µµ´Â »ç°ú¿Í °°´Ù.

Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind

´ç½ÅÀÌ Ã£´Â ¹ÙÄûó·³, ´ç½Å ¸¶À½¼ÓÀÇ Ç³Â÷

 

Keys that jingle in your pocket

´ç½Å ÁÖ¸Ó´Ï ¼Ó¿¡ È¥¶õ ½º·¯¿î ¿­¼è

Words that jangle in your head

´ç½Å ¸Ó¸® ¼ÓÀÇ È¥¶õ ½º·¯¿î ¸»µé

Why did summer go so quickly?

¿Ö ¿©¸§Àº ±×·¸°Ô »¡¸® Áö³¯±î?

Was it something that you said?

´ç½ÅÀÌ ¸»ÇÑ ±× ¹«¾ùÀÌ ÀÖ³ª?

Lovers walk along a shore

¿¬ÀÎÀº ÇØ¾ÈÀ» ÇÔ²² °È°í

And leave their footprints in the sand

±×µéÀÇ ¹ßÀÚ±¹À» ¸ð·¡¿¡ ³²±ä´Ù

Was the sound of distant drumming

¸Ö¸® µé¸®´Â ¼Ò¸®´Â

Just the fingers of your hand?

´ç½Å ¼ÕÀÇ ¼Õ°¡¶ôÀÏ »ÓÀΰ¡?

Pictures hanging in a hallway

Çö°ü¿¡ °É·ÁÀÖ´Â ÀÖ´Â ±×¸²

Or the fragment of a song

ȤÀº ³ë·¡ÀÇ Á¶°¢

Half-remembered names and faces

±â¾ïÀÌ °¡¹°ÇÑ À̸§°ú ¾ó±¼µé

But to whom do they belong?

±×·¯³ª ±×µéÀº ´©±¸¿Í ÇÔ²²Çϴ°¡

When you knew that it was over

±×°ÍÀÌ ³¡ÀÎ °ÍÀ» ¾Ë¾ÒÀ»¶§

Were you suddenly aware

´ç½ÅÀº °©Àڱ⠱ú´Ý°í

That the autumn leaves were turning

°¡À» ³«¿±ÀÇ »öÀÌ ¹Ù²î´Â °Ç

To the color of her hair?

¸Ó¸®»öÀ» ¹Ù²Ù±â À§ÇÔÀΰ¡

 

Like a circle in a spiral

³ª¼± ¼ÓÀÇ ¿øÃ³·³

Like a wheel within a wheel

¹ÙÄû ¼ÓÀÇ ¹ÙÄûó·³

Never ending on beginning on an ever-spinning reel

¼ö·¹°¡ µ¹°í µ¹ µí ½ÃÀÛÇÏ¸é ³¡ÀÌ ¾ø°í

As the images unwind

Ç®·Á ³ª°¡´Â ¸ð½À ó·³

 

Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind

´ç½ÅÀÌ Ã£´Â ¹ÙÄûó·³, ´ç½Å ¸¶À½¼ÓÀÇ Ç³Â÷

 

19  Autumn In New York / Frank Sinatra

 ¹Ì±¹ Ãâ½ÅÀÇ ½ºÅÄ´õµå ÆËÀÇ °ÅÀå 'ÇÁ·©Å© ½Ã³ªÆ®¶ó'ÀÇ 1949³â ÀÛǰÀ¸·Î ºôº¸µå Â÷Æ® 27À§ ±â·Ï. °°Àº Á¦¸ñÀÇ ¾Ù¹ü ŸÀÌÆ²·Î ´º¿åÀÇ °¡À»À» ·Î¸ÇƽÇÏ°Ô ºÎ¸¥ ³ë·¡. ¿ø·¡ ÀÌ °îÀº 1934³â ¸¸µé¾îÁ® ½ºÅÄ´õµå ÆËÀÇ °íÀüÀ¸·Î ÀÚ¸®ÀâÀº °¡À»À» ´ëÇ¥ÇÏ´Â ³ë·¡.

 

Autumn in New York

Why does it seem so exciting (inviting)

Autumn in New York

It spells the thrill of first-knighting

 

Shimmering clouds - glimmering crowds (glittering crowds and shimmering clouds)

In canyons of steel

They're making me feel - I'm home

 

It's autumn in New York

That brings a (the) promise of new love

Autumn in New York

Is often mingled with pain

 

Dreamers with empty hands

(They) All sigh for exotic lands

 

(But) It's autumn in New York

It's good to live it again

 

This autumn in New York

Transforms the slums into Mayfair

Autumn in New York

You'll need no castles in Spain

 

Lovers that bless the dark

On benches in Central Park

 

(But) It's autumn in New York

It's good to live it again

 

18  Wrong Rainbow / Peter Yarrow

 ¹Ì±¹Ãâ½ÅÀÇ Æ÷Å© °¡¼ö·Î 1971³â ÀÛǰ. Àαâ Â÷Æ®¿£ ¿À¸£Áö ¸øÇßÁö¸¸ ±¹³»¿¡¼­ Å« Àα⸦ ²ø¾ú´ø ³ë·¡. ÀþÀº ½ÃÀýÀÇ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î »ç¶ûÀ» ȸ»óÇÏ´Â °¡À»À» ´ëÇ¥ÇÏ´Â ³ë·¡·Î ±×ÀÇ ¸í¹Ý 'Hard Times'¿¡ ¼ö·Ï.

 

Autumn leaves are blowin' round my feet

winter wind is at my face

cruelest stars are staring down

sayin' that I finally lost this race

¹Ù¶÷ÀÌ ºÒ¾î ³«¿±µéÀÌ

¹ß¹Ø¿¡ Èð¾îÁö°í

°Ü¿ï ¹Ù¶÷ÀÌ ¾ó±¼À» ½ºÄ¡´Â±º¿ä.

ÀÌ °æÁÖ¿¡¼­ ³»°¡

°á±¹Àº Áø°Å¶ó°í ¸»Çϸ鼭..

ÀÜȤÇÏ°Ô º°µéÀÌ

³ë·Á º¸°í Àֳ׿ä.

 

 

Where did I learn my wanderin' ways

what was I hoping there to find

when did I realize what lay ahead

could no make up for what I'd left behind

¾îµð¼­ ¹æÈ²ÇÏ´Â ¹ýÀ»

¹è¿ü´ø°¡..

³»°¡ °Å±â¼­ ´ëü

¹«¾ùÀ» ±ú´Ý±æ Èñ¸ÁÇß´ø°¡..

¾Õ±æ¿¡ °¡·Î³õ¿© Àִ°ÍÀÌ

³²°ÜµÎ¾ú´ø Áö³ª¹ö¸° ½ÃÀýÀ»

´ë½ÅÇÒ ¼ö´Â ¾ø´Ü °É

¾ðÁ¦ ³»°¡ ±ú´Ý°Ô µÇ¾ú´ø°¡..

 

Must have been the wrong rainbow

I don't see any pot of gold

all I see is a man

too old to start again

Ʋ¸²¾øÀÌ ±×°Ç

±×¸©µÈ µ¡¾ø´Â Èñ¸ÁÀ̾ú¾î¿ä.

³­ ±Ýµ¢ÀÌ´Â

ãÁö ¸øÇϰí

´Ù½Ã ½ÃÀÛÇϱ⿡´Â ³Ê¹« ´Ä¾î¹ö¸°

ÇÑ Àΰ£À» º¸¾ÒÀ» »ÓÀÌ¿¡¿ä..

 

I had a girl in the summer of my youth

she loved me more and more each day

god only knows

why I gave her up

for marriage to that cold, cold highway

ÀþÀº ½ÃÀý ¿©¸§³¯

³»°Õ ÇÑ ¼Ò³à°¡ ÀÖ¾úÁö¿ä.

±×³à´Â ¸ÅÀÏ ´õ¿í ´õ

³¯ »ç¶ûÇß¾î¿ä.

¿ÀÁ÷ ½Å¸¸ÀÌ ³»°¡ ¿Ö

Â÷µðÂù Å«±æ ¶§¹®¿¡

±×³à¿Í °áÈ¥À»

´Ü³äÇß´ÂÁö ¾Ë°Ì´Ï´Ù.

 

Never knew the years to go so fast

never felt my feet so slow

I bet it all on the yellow, reds and blues

of a ghost I used to call my rainbow

¼¼¿ùÀÌ ±×¸® ºü¸£°Ô

°¡¸®¶ó°ï »ý°¢ ¸øÇßÁÒ.

³» °ÉÀ½ÀÌ ±×¸® ´À¸®´Ù°í´Â

´À³¢Áö ¸øÇß¾î¿ä.

³­ ¸ðµç°É ÇüÇü»ö »öÀÇ

ȯ»ó¿¡ °É¾ú´ø °Å¿¡¿ä.

µ¡¾ø´Â Èñ¸Á¿¡

¸Å´Þ¸®±â¸¸ Çß´ø°ÅÁÒ.

 

Must have been the wrong rainbow

I don't see any pot of gold

all I see is a man

too old to start again

Ʋ¸²¾øÀÌ ±×°Ç

À߸øµÈ µ¡¾ø´Â Èñ¸ÁÀ̾ú¾î¿ä.

³­ ±Ýµ¢ÀÌ´Â

ãÁö ¸øÇϰí

´Ù½Ã ½ÃÀÛÇϱ⿡´Â ³Ê¹« ´Ä¾î¹ö¸°

ÇÑ Àΰ£À» º¸¾ÒÀ» »ÓÀÌ¿¡¿ä

 

17  One More Cup Of Coffee / Bob Dylan

 One More Cup Of Coffee / Bob Dylan

¹Ì±¹ Ãâ½ÅÀÇ Æ÷Å© ·Ï °¡¼ö ¹ä µô·±ÀÇ 1975³â ÀÛǰ. Àαâ Â÷Æ®¿Í »ó°ü ¾øÀÌ ±¹³»¿¡¼­ Å©°Ô È÷Æ®Çß´ø ³ë·¡. ±×ÀÇ ¸í¹Ý 'Desire'¿¡ ¼ö·Ï. À¼Á¶¸®´Â µíÇÑ Ã¢¹ý°ú ¾îÄí½ºÆ½ÇÑ ºÐÀ§±âÀÇ ¿¬ÁÖ°¡ ¸ÚÁø Á¶È­¸¦ ÀÌ·é ³ë·¡.

 

Your breath is sweet

Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky

Your back is straight

Your hair is smooth

On the pillow where you lie

´ÞÄÞÇÑ ´ç½ÅÀÇ ¼û°á°ú

Çϴÿ¡ ºû³ª´Â º¸¼®°°Àº µÎ ´«

º£°³¿¡ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ´ë°í

¹ÝµíÀÌ ´©¿î

´ç½ÅÀÇ ºÎµå·¯¿î ¸Ó¸®°á

 

But I don't sense affection

No gratitude or love

Your loyalty is not to me

But to the stars above

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ª´Â ±× ¾î¶² »ç¶ûÀ̳ª

°¨»çÀÇ ¸¶À½µµ °¨ÁöÇÒ ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾î

´ç½ÅÀÇ Çå½ÅÀº ³»°¡ ¾Æ´Ñ

Àú ÇÏ´ÃÀÇ º°À» ÇâÇϰí ÀÖÁö

 

One more cup of coffee 'fore I go

One more cup of coffee 'fore I go

To the valley below

Àú °è°î ¾Æ·¡·Î

¶°³ª±â Àü¿¡ Ä¿ÇÇ ÇÑÀܸ¸ ´õ

¶°³ª±â Àü¿¡ Ä¿ÇÇ ÇÑÀܸ¸ ´õ

 

Your daddy he's an outlaw

And a wanderer by trade

He'll teach you how to pick and choose

And how to throw the blade

¹«¹ýÀÚ¿´´ø ´ç½Å ¾Æ¹öÁö´Â

¹æ¶ûÀ» ÀÏ»ï´Â »ç¶÷À̾ú¾î

±×°¡ ´ç½Å¿¡°Ô ¾î¶»°Ô ¼±ÅÃÀ» ÇÏ´ÂÁö

¾î¶»°Ô Ä®À» ´øÁö´ÂÁö °¡¸£ÃÄ Áٰžß

 

 

He oversees his kingdom

So no stranger does intrude

His voice it trembles as he calls out

For another plate of food

±×°¡ Áö¹èÇÏ´Â ¿Õ±¹¿¡´Â

À̹æÀÎÀÌ µé¾î ¿ÀÁö ¸øÇØ

À½½Ä ÇÑ ±×¸©À» ´õ ´Þ¶ó°í ¿ÜÄ¥ ¶§

¶³¸®´Â ±×ÀÇ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®

 

One more cup of coffee for the road

One more cup of coffee 'fore I go

To the valley below

Àú °è°î ¾Æ·¡·Î

±æÀ» ³ª¼­±â Àü¿¡ Ä¿ÇÇ ÇÑÀܸ¸ ´õ

¶°³ª±â Àü¿¡ Ä¿ÇÇ ÇÑÀܸ¸ ´õ

 

Your sister sees the future

Like your mama and yourself

You've never learned to read or write

There's no books upon your shelf

´ç½ÅÀÇ Àڸŵµ ´ç½Å°ú ¾î¸Ó´Ï°¡

±×·¨´ø °Íó·³ ¹Ì·¡¸¦ ¹Ù¶óº¸Áö

´ç½ÅÀº ÀÐ°í ¾²´Â °É ¹è¿ìÁö ¸øÇß°í

¼±¹Ý¿¡´Â Ã¥ÀÌ ÇÑ ±Çµµ ¾ø¾î

 

And your pleasure knows no limits

Your voice is like a meadowlark

But your heart is like an ocean

Mysterious and dark

¸¸Á·ÇÒ ÁÙ ¸ð¸£´Â ´ç½Å

Á¾´Þ»õ °°Àº ¸ñ¼Ò¸®¸¦ °¡Áø ´ç½ÅÀÌÁö¸¸

¸¶À½Àº ¹Ù´Ùó·³

¾Ë ¼ö ¾ø°í ¾îµÓ±â¸¸ ÇØ

 

One more cup of coffee for the road

One more cup of coffee 'fore I go

To the valley below

Àú °è°î ¾Æ·¡·Î

±æÀ» ³ª¼­±â Àü¿¡ Ä¿ÇÇ ÇÑÀܸ¸ ´õ

¶°³ª±â Àü¿¡ Ä¿ÇÇ ÇÑÀܸ¸ ´õ

 

16  El Condor Pasa / Simon & Garfunkel

 ¹Ì±¹ Ãâ½ÅÀÇ Æ÷Å© µà¿À '»çÀÌ¸Õ & °¡ÆãŬ'ÀÇ 1970³â ÀÛǰÀ¸·Î ½Ì±Û Â÷Æ® 18À§ ±â·Ï. 18¼¼±â Æä·ç ¹Î¿äÀÇ ¸á·Îµð¿¡ °¡»ç¸¦ ÀÔÈù °îÀ¸·Î ±¹³»¿¡¼­´Â 'ö»õ´Â ³¯¾Æ°¡°í'¶õ Á¦¸ñÀ¸·Î ¸¹Àº »ç¶ûÀ» ¹Þ¾ÒÀ½. À̵éÀÇ ¸¶Áö¸· ¾Ù¹üÀÌÀÚ ÆËÀÇ ¿µ¿øÇÑ ¸í¹ÝÀÎ 'Bridge Over Troubled Water' ¾Ù¹ü¿¡ ¼ö·Ï.

 

El Condor Pasa

 

I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail

´ÞÆØÀ̺¸´Ù´Â Âü»õ°¡ µÇ°Ú¾î

Yes I would, if I could, I surely would

ÇÒ ¼ö¸¸ ÀÖ´Ù¸é ²À ±×·² °Å¾ß

 

I'd rather be a hammer than a nail

¸øº¸´Ù´Â ¸ÁÄ¡°¡ µÉ °Å¾ß

Yes I would, if I only could

ÇÒ ¼ö¸¸ ÀÖ´Ù¸é ±×·¸°Ô Çϰھî

I surely would

²À ±×·² °Å¾ß

 

Away I'd rather sail away

¿©±â¿¡ ¸Ó¹°´Ù ¶°³ª°£ ¹éÁ¶Ã³·³

 

Like a swan that's here and gone

¸Ö¸®, Â÷¶ó¸® ¸Ö¸® Ç×ÇØ¸¦ ¶°³ª°Ú¾î

A man gets tied up to the ground

Àΰ£Àº ¶¥¿¡ ¸Ó¹°·¯ ÀÖ´Ù°¡

He gives the world its saddest sound

°¡Àå ½½Ç ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ¼¼»ó¿¡ µé·Á ÁÖÁö

Its saddest sound

°¡Àå ó·®ÇÑ ¼Ò¸®¸¦

 

I'd rather be a forest than a street

µµ½ÉÀÇ °Å¸®º¸´Ù´Â ½£ÀÌ µÇ°Ú¾î

Yes I would, if I could, I surely would

ÇÒ ¼ö¸¸ ÀÖ´Ù¸é ±×·² °Å¾ß, ²À ±×·² °Å¾ß

 

I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet

Â÷¶ó¸® ³» ¹ß¾Æ·¡ ÈëÀ» ´À³¢°í ½Í¾î

Yes I would, if I only could

 

ÇÒ ¼ö¸¸ ÀÖ´Ù¸é ±×·¸°Ô Çϰھî

I surely would

²À ±×·² °Å¾ß

 

15  Spring Summer Winter And Fall / Aphrodite's Child

±×¸®½º Ãâ½ÅÀÇ 3ÀÎÁ¶ ±×·ìÀ¸·Î 1971³â ÀÛǰ. 4°èÀýÀ» ±×¸° ³ë·¡·Î °¡À»¿¡ Àß ¾î¿ï¸®´Â ³ë·¡. ÆÀÀÇ º¸Äø®½ºÆ® 'µ¥¹Ì½º ·ç¼Ò½º'ÀÇ ºñºê¶óÅä À½»ö°ú °Ç¹Ý ¿¬ÁÖÀÚ ¹ÝÁ©¸®½ºÀÇ ¼­Á¤ÀûÀÎ ¿¬ÁÖ°¡ ¸ÚÁø Á¶È­¸¦ ÀÌ·é ÀÛǰ.

 

spring summer winter and fall

º½ ¿©¸§ °Ü¿ï ±×¸®°í °¡À»Àº

keep the world in time

¼¼»óÀ» ÀûÀýÇÏ°Ô ÁöÄÑÁÝ´Ï´Ù.

around like a ball

´Ù½Ã´Â Ç®¾îÁöÁö ¾ÊÀ»

never to unwind

°øÃ³·³ ¸Éµ¹¸é¼­

 

spring summer winter and fall

º½ ¿©¸§ °Ü¿ï ±×¸®°í °¡À»Àº

are in everything

¸ðµç °ÍÀÌ¿¹¿ä

i know love we had them all

¿ì¸®ÀÇ »ç¶ûÀÌ ±× ¸ðµç °ÍÀ» °¡Á³´Ù´Â °É ¾Ë¾Æ¿ä

now our love is gone

±×·¯³ª ÀÌÁ¦ ¿ì¸® »ç¶ûÀº °¡ ¹ö·È¾î¿ä

 

this last thing is passing

¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¸¶Áö¸· »ç¶ûÀÌ Áö³ª°¡°í ÀÖ¾î¿ä

now like summer to spring

º½¿¡¼­ ¿©¸§À¸·Î ¹Ù²îµíÀÌ

it takes me and wakes me

»ç¶ûÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ±ú¿ö¼­ µ¥·Á°¡¿ä

now like seasons

¸¶Ä¡ °èÀýó·³

i'll change everyway somehow

¾î¶°ÇÑ ¹æ½ÄÀ¸·Îµç ³ªµµ º¯ÇϰÚÁö¿ä

 

14  Holiday / Bee Gees

 ºñÁö½ºÀÇ 1967³â ¹ßÇ¥ÀÛÀ¸·Î ½Ì±Û Â÷Æ® 16À§±îÁö ±â·ÏÇß´ø ¹ß¶óµå dzÀÇ ³ë·¡. °ÅÀÇ ÀØÇôÁ³´ø ÀÌ ³ë·¡´Â ¹ÚÁßÈÆ, ¾È¼º±â ÁÖ¿¬ÀÇ ¿µÈ­ <ÀÎÁ¤»çÁ¤ º¼ °Í ¾ø´Ù>¿¡ ¾²À̸鼭 µÚ´Ê°Ô È÷Æ®.  

°¨¹Ì·Î¿î ¸á·Îµð¿¡ ¾î¿ï¸®°Ô ÀÌ ³ë·¡µµ ¿ª½Ã »ç¶ûÀ» ´Ù·ç°í ÀÖ´Ù. ªÀº °¡»ç¿Í ªÀº ±¸¼º, ±× ¼Ó¿¡¼­ ºñÁö½ºÀÇ ¿Ïº®ÇÑ À½¾Ç¼¼°è¸¦ ¿³º¼ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ÃÊâ±â ¸í°î Áß Çϳª´Ù.

 

Ooh you're a holiday, such a holiday

´ç½ÅÀº ÈÞÀÏ °°Àº »ç¶÷ÀÌ¿¡¿ä

Ooh you're a holiday, such a holiday

´ç½ÅÀº ÈÞÀÏ °°Àº »ç¶÷ÀÌ¿¡¿ä

 

It's something I thinks worthwhile

´ç½ÅÀº °¡Ä¡ ÀÖ´Â ¼ÒÁßÇÑ »ç¶÷ÀÌ¿¡¿ä

If the puppet makes you smile

²ÀµÎ°¢½Ã³îÀ½ °°Àº ¹Ùº¸ÁþÀ¸·Î

If not then you're throwing stones

´ç½ÅÀÌ ¹Ì¼Ò¸¦ Áþ°Å³ª

Throwing stones, throwing stones

±×·¸Áö ¾Ê°í ºñ³­À» ÇÑ´Ù ÇØµµ ¸»ÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

Ooh it's a funny game

»ç¶ûÀº ¿ì½º¿î °ÔÀÓÀÌÁÒ

Don't believe that it's all the same

¹æ±Ý ÇÑ ¸»µµ »ý°¢ÀÌ ³ªÁö ¾Ê´Â°É¿ä

Can't think what I've just said

 

Ç×»ó ±×´ë·ÎÀϰŶó ¹Ï¾î¼± ¾È µÇ¿ä

Put the soft pillow on my head

¸Ó¸®¿¡ ºÎµå·¯¿î º£°³¸¦ ´ë¾îÁÖ¼¼¿ä

Millions of eyes can see

³»°¡ ¿Ö ¾ÆÁ÷µµ »ç¶û¿¡ ´«¶ßÁö ¸øÇÏ´ÂÁö

Yet why am I so blind

¼ö¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ¾Ë°í ÀÖ¾î¿ä

When the someone else is me

(ÇÏÁö¸¸) ´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷ÀÌ ³» ÀÔÀåÀ̶ó¸é

It's unkind, it's unkind

±×·¸°Ô ¸»ÇÏ´Â °Ç °øÆòÇÏÁö°¡ ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä

 

¹Ýº¹

Yet Millions of eyes can see

Yet why am I so blind

When the someone else is me

It's unkind, it's unkind

 

Ooh you're a holiday,

´ç½ÅÀº ÈÞÀÏ °°Àº »ç¶÷ÀÌ¿¡¿ä

 

Every day such a holiday

ÇÏ·ç ÇÏ·ç°¡ ÈÞÀÏ °°Àº ³¯ÀÌÁÒ

Now it's my turn to say

ÀÌÁ¨ ³»°¡ ¸»ÇÒ Â÷·Ê±º¿ä

And I say you're a holiday

±×·³ ´ç½ÅÀº ÈÞÀϰ°Àº »ç¶÷À̶ó°í ÇÒ·¡¿ä

 

It's something I thinks worthwhile

´ç½ÅÀº °¡Ä¡ ÀÖ´Â ¼ÒÁßÇÑ »ç¶÷ÀÌ¿¡¿ä

If the puppet makes you smile

²ÀµÎ°¢½Ã³îÀ½ °°Àº ¹Ùº¸ÁþÀ¸·Î

If not then you're throwing stones

´ç½ÅÀÌ ¹Ì¼Ò¸¦ Áþ°Å³ª

Throwing stones, throwing stones

±×·¸Áö ¾Ê°í ºñ³­À» ÇÑ´Ù ÇØµµ ¸»ÀÌ¿¡¿ä

 

13  Forever / Stratovarius

Çɶõµå Ãâ½ÅÀÇ Çìºñ ¸ÞƲ ±×·ìÀ¸·Î 1996³â ÀÛǰ.

¾Ù¹ü 'Episode'ÀÇ ¼ö·Ï°î.

TV µå¶ó¸¶ 'ù»ç¶û'¿¡ »ðÀÔµÇ¾î ºò È÷Æ®.

¾î¸° ½ÃÀý ù »ç¶û¿¡ ´ëÇÑ °­ÇÑ ±×¸®¿òÀ» ´ãÀº °î.

³ë·§¸»¿¡ ¾î¿ï¸®´Â ¾ÖÀÜÇÑ ¸á·Îµð¿Í È£¼Ò·Â £Àº º¸ÄÃÀÌ ¸ÚÁø Á¶È­¸¦ ÀÌ·ë.

 

Forever

 

I stand alone in the darkness

³­ ¾îµÒ ¼Ó¿¡ È¥ÀÚ ¼­ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù

The winter of my life came so fast

³» »îÀÇ °Ü¿ïÀº ³Ê¹« »¡¸® ´Ù°¡¿Ô½À´Ï´Ù

Memories go back to my childhood,

¾ÆÁ÷µµ ±â¾ïÇÏ´Â ¾î¸° ½ÃÀý·Î

to days I still recall

±â¾ïÀ» µÇµ¹·Á º¾´Ï´Ù

 

 

Oh how happy I was then

±×¶§´Â Á¤¸» ÇູÇß¾ú½À´Ï´Ù

There was no sorrow

½½Çĵµ ¾ø¾ú°í

There was no pain

°íÅëµµ ¾ø¾ú½À´Ï´Ù

Walking through the green fields

Ǫ¸¥ ¹úÆÇÀ» °Å´Ò¸ç

sunshine in my eyes

ÇÞ»ìÀ» ÇÑ´«¿¡ ¹Þ¾Ò¾ú½À´Ï´Ù

 

I'm still there everywhere

¾îµð¿¡ À־ Ç×»ó ±×°÷À» ¶°¿Ã¸³´Ï´Ù

I'm the dust in the wind

³ª´Â ¹Ù¶÷ ¼ÓÀÇ ¸ÕÁö

I'm the star in the northern sky

ºÏ³è ÇÏ´ÃÀÇ º°°ú °°Àº Á¸ÀçÀÔ´Ï´Ù

I never stayed anywhere

³­ ¾îµð¿¡µµ ¾ÈÁÖÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù

I'm the wind in the trees

³­ ³ª¹«¿¡ ÀÌ´Â ¹Ù¶÷ÀÔ´Ï´Ù

 

Would you wait for me forever (x2)

±×´ë, ³¯ À§ÇØ ¿µ¿øÈ÷ ±â´Ù·Á ÁÙ ¼ö ÀÖ³ª¿ä

 

12  Love Letters / Julie London

 ¹Ì±¹ Ãâ½ÅÀÇ ¹è¿ìÀÌÀÚ °¡¼öÀÎ 'ÁÙ¸® ·±´ø'ÀÇ 1962³â ÀÛǰ. ¼±ÀÌ ±½Àº ¸é¼­µµ ·Î¸ÇƽÇÑ À½»öÀÇ ÁÙ¸® ·±´øÀÇ º¸ÄÃÀÌ µ¸º¸ÀÌ´Â ÀÛǰÀ¸·Î ±×³àÀÇ ¸í¹Ý 'Love Letters From J'¿¡ ¼ö·Ï. ÀÌ °îÀº 1954³â °°Àº Á¦¸ñÀÇ ¿µÈ­ ÁÖÁ¦°¡·Î ¾²¿´´ø °îÀ¸·Î ÇÁ·©Å© ½Ã³ªÆ®¶ó, Åä´Ï º£³Ý, ºô¸® Ȧ¸®µ¥ÀÌ µî... ¸¹Àº ÀçÁî°¡¼öµéÀÌ ºÒ·¶´ø ½ºÅÄ´õµå ÆËÀÇ °íÀü.

 

Love letters straight from your heart

Keep us so near while apart

I'm not alone in the night

When I can have all the love you write

I memorize every line

And I kiss the name that you signed

End darling, then I read again right from the start

Love letters straight from your heart.

¸¶À½¿¡¼­ Á÷Á¢ ÀüÇØÁö´Â love letter

¶³¾îÁ® À־ ´ç½ÅÀÌ °ç¿¡ ÀÖ´Â °Í °°¾Æ¿ä

¹ã¿¡µµ ¹«¼·Áö ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä

´ç½ÅÀÇ ±âºÐÀ» Àß ¾Ë°í ÀÖÀ¸´Ï±î¿ä

ÀüºÎ ¿Ü¿ö ¹ö·È¾î¿ä sign¿¡ Ű½ºµµ Çß¾î¿ä

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ´Ù½Ã óÀ½ºÎÅÍ ÀÐ°Ô µÇ³×¿ä

I love you¶ó´Â ¸»À» ±â´Ù¸®´Â

¸¶À½À¸·ÎºÎÅÍ Á÷Á¢ ÀüÇØÁö´Â love letter...

 

I memorize every line

And I kiss the name that you signed

End darling, then I read again right from the start

Love letters straight from your heart.

ÀüºÎ ¿Ü¿ö ¹ö·È¾î¿ä sign¿¡ Ű½ºµµ Çß¾î¿ä

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ´Ù½Ã óÀ½ºÎÅÍ ÀÐ°Ô µÇ³×¿ä

I love you¶ó´Â ¸»À» ±â´Ù¸®´Â

¸¶À½À¸·ÎºÎÅÍ Á÷Á¢ ÀüÇØÁö´Â love letter...

 

 

 

11  I Love You For Sentimental Reasons / Laura Fygi

 ³×µ¨¶õµå Ãâ½ÅÀÇ ¿©¼º ÀçÁî°¡¼ö '·Î¶ó ÇÇÁö'ÀÇ 1993³â ¸®¸ÞÀÌÅ© °î. ±×³àÀÇ µ¥ºß ¾Ù¹ü  'Bewitched' ¼ö·ÏµÈ °îÀ¸·Î ºñ´Ü°á °°ÀÌ °í¿î ·Î¶ó ÇÇÁöÀÇ º¸ÄÃÀÌ ÀÏǰÀÎ ³ë·¡. °¢Á¾ CF ¹è°æÀ½¾ÇÀ¸·Î Àß ¾Ë·ÁÁø ÀçÁî Æ®·¢. ¿À¸®Áö³ÎÀº ³Á Å· ÄÝÀÌ 1946³â ¹ßÇ¥°îÀ¸·Î ¿µÈ­ 'À̺¸´Ù ´õ ÁÁÀ» ¼ö ¾ø´Ù'¿¡ »ðÀԵDZ⵵ ÇßÀ½.

 

 

I Love You For Sentimental Reasons

 

I love you for sentimental reasons

³­ °¨»óÀûÀÎ ÀÌÀ¯·Î ´ç½ÅÀ» »ç¶ûÇÕ´Ï´Ù

I hope you do believe me

³ª´Â ´ç½ÅÀÌ ³¯ Á¤¸» ¹Ï¾îÁÖ¾úÀ¸¸é ÁÁ°Ú½À´Ï´Ù

I'll give you my heart

³ª´Â ´ç½Å²² ³» ¸¶À½À» µå¸± °Ì´Ï´Ù

 

 

I love you and you alone were meant for me

³ª´Â ´ç½ÅÀ» »ç¶ûÇÕ´Ï´Ù. ´ç½Å È¥ÀÚ¸¸ÀÌ ³ª¸¦ À§ÇÑ Á¸Àç¿´½À´Ï´Ù

Please give your loving heart to me

´ç½ÅÀÇ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ¸¶À½À» ³»°Ô ÁÖ¼¼¿ä

And say we'll never part

±×¸®°í ¿ì¸®´Â Àý´ë Çì¾îÁöÁö ¾ÊÀ» °Å¶ó°í ¸»ÇØÁÖ¼¼¿ä

 

I think of you every morning

³ª´Â ¸ÅÀÏ ¾ÆÄ§ ´ç½ÅÀ» »ý°¢ÇÕ´Ï´Ù

Dream of you every night

¸ÅÀÏ ¹ã ´ç½Å ²ÞÀ» ²ß´Ï´Ù

Darling I'm never lonely whenever you are in sight.

´ç½ÅÀ» º¼ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â µ¿¾ÈÀº ´Ü °áÄÚ ¿Ü·ÓÁö ¾Ê½À´Ï´Ù

 

I love you for sentimental reasons

 

³ª´Â °¨»óÀûÀÎ ÀÌÀ¯·Î ´ç½ÅÀ» »ç¶ûÇÕ´Ï´Ù

I hope you do believe me

´ç½ÅÀÌ Á¤¸» ³ª¸¦ ¹Ï¾îÁáÀ¸¸é ÁÁ°Ú½À´Ï´Ù

I've given you my heart

³ª´Â ´ç½Å²² ³» ¸¶À½À» ÁÖ°í ½Í½À´Ï´Ù

 

 

 

 

 





2004-10-15(16:10)