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 ±è ±â´ö Çü´Ô ¾È³çÇϼ¼¿ä. ÁÁÀº ¹æ¼Û Àßµè°í ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù. Àü ƯÈ÷ ¸ñ¿äÀÏ À½¾Ç¿¡¼¼ÀÌ¿Í ±Ý¿äÀÏ ¹«¾ùÀ̵繰¾îº¸¼¼¿ä¸¦ ÁÁ¾Æ ÇÏ´Â ¾ÖûÀÚÀÔ´Ï´Ù. ³Ê¹«±Ã±ÝÇÑ°Ô À־ ÀÌ·¸°Ô ±ÛÀ» ¿Ã¸³´Ï´Ù. ù¹øÂ°´Â ¿µÈ­ ½ºÄð ¿Àºê ¶ô¿¡ ³ª¿À´Â ¸·Áö¸·³ë·¡°¡ ³Ê¹«±Ã±ÝÇϳ׿ä. ¹«ÁöÀ¯¸íÇÑ ³ë·¡°°Àºµ¥ Á¦ ÁÖº¯¿¡´Â ¾Æ´Â »ç¶÷ÀÌ ¾ø³×¿ä. ¼±»ý´Ô°ú ¾ÆÀ̵éÀÌ ÇÕÁÖÇÏ´ø ±×³ë·¡,¼±»ý´ÔÀÌ ¸ÚÁö°Ô ³ë·¡µµºÎ¸£´øµ¥......²ÀÁ» ¾Ë·ÁÁÖ¼¼¿ä.

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´ä1 School Of Rock / School Of Rock

 Àè ºí·¢, ¸¶ÀÌÅ© È­ÀÌÆ®, Á¶¾È Äí»è ÁÖ¿¬ÀÇ 2004³â ÄÚ¹Í ¿µÈ­ 'School Of Rock'ÀÇ ÁÖÁ¦°¡. ÀÌ ¿µÈ­ÀÇ ¶×¶×ÇÑ À½¾Ç±³»ç·Î Ã⿬ÇÑ Àè ºí·¢ÀÌ Á÷Á¢ ³ë·¡ÇßÀ½.

 

Baby, we was making straight A's

¿ì¸° ÁÙ°ð ¿Ã¹éÁ¡¸¸ ¹Þ¾Æ¿ÔÁö

But we was stuck in a dumb daze

±×·±µ¥ ¿ì¸° ¾î¸®¼®Àº °Í¿¡ ¿­ÁßÇÑ´Ü ¸»À̾ß

Don't take much to memorize your lies

³ÊÀÇ °ÅÁþµÈ ¸ð½ÀÀº Å©°Ô ½Å°æ¾²Áö ¾Ê¾Æµµ µÅ

I feel like I've been hypnotized

¸¶Ä¡ Ãָ鿡 °É·ÁÀÖ¾ú´ø °Í °°Àº ´À³¦À̾ß

And then that magic man he come to town

¸¶¹ý»ç°¡ ¿ì¸®¸¦ ã¾Æ ¿ÔÁö

Oh re~ He done spun my head around

±× ¸¶¹ý»ç°¡ ³» ¸Ó¸® ¼ÓÀ» ¿ÂÅë ÈÖÀú¾î¹ö·È¾î

He said "recess is in session, two and two make five"

¼ö¾÷½Ã°£¿¡ ¸Ç³¯ ³ª°¡ ³î¶ó°í¸¸ Çϰí,

2+2=5 ¶ó°í °¡¸£ÃÄÁá¾î

And now, baby, oh I'm alive

ÀÌÁ¦ ¼­¾ß ÁøÁ¤À¸·Î »ì¾ÆÀÖ´Â °Í¸¸ °°¾Æ

Oh yeah, I'm alive!

¹Ù·Î ÀÌ ´À³¦À̾ß!

And if you wanna be the teacher's pet

¼±»ý´ÔÀÇ ¾Ö¿Ïµ¿¹°ÀÌ µÇ°í ½ÍÀ¸¸é

Well baby, you just better forget it

´çÀå ¶ôÀ» Àؾî¹ö¸®´Â °Ô ÁÁÀ» °Å¾ß

Rock got no reason, Rock got no rhyme

¶ô¿¡´Â ÀÌÀ¯µµ, ¿îÀ²µµ ¾ø¾î

You better get me to school on time

³¯ Çб³¿¡ ´ÊÁö ¾Ê°Ô µ¥·Á´Ù ÁÖ´Â °Ô ÁÁÀ» °Å¾ß

oh yeah, yeah! ho~

Oh, you know I was on the honor roll

³ªµµ ÇѶ§´Â ¿ìµî»ý¸íºÎ¿¡ À̸§ÀÌ ÀÖ¾úÁö

Got good grades, Ain't got no soul

ÁÁÀº ¼ºÀûÀ» ¹Þ´Â ¾êµéÄ¡°í´Â ¿µÈ¥ÀÌ ¾ø¾ú´õ¶ó±¸

Raise my hand before I can speak my mind

³» ¸¾À» ¿­±â Àü¿¡ ³» °³¼ººÎÅÍ Ä¡ÄÑ ¼¼¿öÁà

I've been biting my tongue too many times

ÇÏ°í ½ÍÀº ¸»µéÀ» ³Ê¹«³Ê¹« ²Ú Âü¾Æ¿Ô¾î

And then that magic man took you away

±×·³ ¸¶¹ý»ç°¡ ³Î ¸Ö¸® µ¥·Á´Ù ÁÙ °Å¾ß

Uh huh

ÀÀ

Do what magic man do

¸¶¹ý»ç°¡ Ç϶ó´Â ´ë·Î¸¸ ÇØºÁ

Not what magic man say

¸¶¹ý»ç´Â ±×·± ¼Ò¸± ¾È Çϰŵç

Now, can I please have the attention of the class

ÀÚ, ¼ö¾÷½Ã°£ Áß¿¡ ÁÖ¸ñ Á» ÇØ ÁÙ·¡

Today's assignment, hmhm

¿À´ÃÀÇ ¼÷Á¦´Â ¸»¾ß, ÈìÈì

Kick some ass!

¾Æ¹«³ª µÎµé°Ü ÆÐ¹ö·Á!

And if you wanna be the teacher's pet

¼±»ý´ÔÀÇ ¾Ö¿Ïµ¿¹°ÀÌ µÇ°í ½ÍÀ¸¸é

Well baby you just better forget it

´çÀå ¶ôÀ» Àؾî¹ö¸®´Â °Ô ÁÁÀ» °Å¾ß

Rock got no reason, Rock got no rhyme

¶ô¿¡´Â ÀÌÀ¯µµ, ¿îÀ²µµ ¾ø¾î

You better get me to school on time

³¯ Çб³¿¡ ´ÊÁö ¾Ê°Ô µ¥·Á´Ù ÁÖ´Â °Ô ÁÁÀ» °Å¾ß

 

Oh Yeah!

Oh Yeah!

This is my final exam

ÀÌÁ¨ ³» ¸¶Áö¸· ½ÃÇèÀ̱º

Now, y'll know who I am

³»°¡ ´©±ºÁö´Â ¾Ë°ÚÁö¸¸

I might not be that perfect son

¿Ïº®ÇÑ ¾ÆµéÀÌ µÉ ¼ö ¾øÀ»Áöµµ ¸ð¸£°ÚÁö¸¸

But y'all be rocking when I'm done

½ÃÇè ³¡³ª¸é ³Ê³Ù ÀüºÎ °¨µ¿ÇÒ °Å¾ß

 

´ä2 A Matter Of Time / Lysdal

 µ§¸¶Å© Ãâ½ÅÀÇ ³²¼º ÆË°¡¼ö ¡®¸®½º´Þ¡¯ÀÇ 1996³â ÀÛǰÀ¸·Î °ÅÀÇ ¼Ò°³µÈ Àû ¾ø´ø ÀÌ °îÀÌ, ÀÌÀºÁÖ, ÇѼ®±Ô ÁÖ¿¬ÀÇ 2004³â ¿ì¸® ¿µÈ­ ¡®ÁÖÈ«±Û¾¾¡¯¿¡ ¾²À̸鼭 µÚ´Ê°Ô È÷Æ®ÇßÀ½.

 

It's five in the morning

I'm sitting on my bed

Ain't got a thouhgt running through my head

I'm just a state of mind

 

Sometimes I wonder

What will become of me

Will I return to the deep blue sea?

It's maybe just a matter of time

 

And if you belive in a life at first sight

There are reasons enough not to fight

Oh oh oh oh why do we fight?

Oh oh oh oh we're blocking the light

 

Why do you struggle?

Why do you feel this woe?

Why do you things that hunt you so?

Baby just you close your eyes

 

The reasons I ask you

Is because I know

You always wanted to have that flow

Baby just look up to the sky

 

And if you believe in a life at first sight

There are reasons enough not to fight

Oh oh oh oh why do we fight?

 

And if you believe in love at first sight

There are reasons enough not to fight

Oh oh oh oh why do we fight?

Oh oh oh oh why do we fight?

Oh oh oh oh we're blocking the light

 

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´ä  My Way / Frank Sinatra

 ÇÁ·©Å© ½Ã³ªÆ®¶óÀÇ 1969³â ÀÛǰÀ¸·Î 1969³â ºôº¸µå ½Ì±Û Â÷Æ® 27À§±îÁö ±â·ÏÇÑ ³ë·¡.

 ¿ø°îÀº ¼§¼Û °¡¼ö ¡®Claude Francois(Ŭ¶ó¿ìµå ÇÁ¶û½º¿Í)¡¯ÀÇ 1968³â ÀÛǰÀÎ ¡®Comme D'habitude¡¯¶ó´Â °îÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

¼§¼Û 'Comme Dabititud(²Ä¹Ç ´Ùºß¶Ùµå:¾ðÁ¦³ªÃ³·³)'ÀÇ ¸á·Îµð¿¡ Æú ¾ÞÄ«°¡ ¿µ¾î°¡»ç¸¦ ºÙÇô Å« Àα⸦ ¾ò¾ú´ø ³ë·¡.

 ÀÌ ³ë·¡´Â 1969³â ÇÁ·©Å© ½Ã³ªÆ®¶ó°¡ ÀºÅ𸦠¼±¾ðÇÏÀÚ ÈÄ¹è Æú ¾ÞÄ«°¡ ±×ÀÇ ÀºÅ𸦠¾Æ½¬¿öÇÏ¸ç ±×¿¡°Ô ÇåÁ¤ÇÑ ³ë·¡.

 ÀÌ °îÀº ÈÄ¿¡ Æú ¾ÞÄ«°¡ 1978³â ¸®¸ÞÀÌÅ©Çϱ⵵ Çß°í, ¿¤ºñ½º ÇÁ·¹½½¸®, ´õ½ºÆ¼ ½ºÇÁ¸µÇÊµå µî ¸¹Àº ÈĹè, µ¿·á °¡¼öµéÀÌ ¸®¸ÞÀÌÅ©ÇßÀ½.

 

My Way(³ªÀÇ ±æ)

 

And now, the end is near

ÀÌÁ¦ ¸¶Áö¸·ÀÌ ´Ù°¡¿Â °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù

And so I face the final curtain

Àü ÀÌÁ¦ ¸¶Áö¸· ¹«´ë¸¦ ¸ÂÀÌÇϰí ÀÖ¾î¿ä

My friend, I'll say it clear

Ä£±¸¿©, ºÐ¸íÈ÷ ¸»ÇÒ°Ô ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù

I'll state my case of which I'm certain

Á¦°¡ È®½ÅÇϰí ÀÖ´Â Á¦ »îÀÇ ¹æ½Ä¿¡ ´ëÇØ À̾߱âÇÏ·Á ÇÕ´Ï´Ù

I've lived a life that's full

Àü Ãæ¸¸ÇÑ »îÀ» »ì¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù

I've traveled each and every highway

±×¸®°í Àü ¸¹°í ´Ù¾çÇÑ °æÇèÀ» ÇÏ¸ç »ì¾Æ¿Ô½À´Ï´Ù

And more, much more than this

ÇÏÁö¸¸ À̺¸´Ù ÈξÀ ´õ Áß¿äÇÑ °ÍÀº

I did it my way

Á¦ ¶æ´ë·Î »ì¾Æ¿Ô´Ù´Â °Ì´Ï´Ù

 

 

Regrets, I've had a few

ÈÄȸµµ Á¶±Ý ÀÖ¾ú½À´Ï´Ù

 

But then again, too few to mention

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ´Ù½Ã º¸´Ï À̾߱âÇÒ Á¤µµ·Î ¸¹Áö´Â ¾Ê¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù

 

I did what I had to do

Àü ÇØ¾ß¸¸ ÇÏ´Â ÀÏÀ» Çß°í

And saw it through without exemption

±×¸®°í´Â ¹°·¯¼­Áö ¾Ê°í ³¡±îÁö ÇØ³Â½À´Ï´Ù

I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway

Àü ½º½º·Î ¸ðµç ÁغñµÈ °úÁ¤°ú Á¶½É½º·± ÁøÇàÀ» ¸¶·ÃÇß½À´Ï´Ù

And more, much more than this

ÇÏÁö¸¸ À̺¸´Ù ÈξÀ ´õ Áß¿äÇÑ °ÍÀº

I did it my way

Á¦ ¶æ´ë·Î »ì¾Æ¿Ô´Ù´Â °Ì´Ï´Ù

 

Yes, there were times

±×·¡¿ä, Èûµç ¶§µµ ÀÖ¾ú½À´Ï´Ù

I'm sure you knew

´ç½Åµµ ºÐ¸íÈ÷ ¾Ë °ÍÀÔ´Ï´Ù

When I bit off more than I could chew

Á¦°¡ °¨´çÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â °Íº¸´Ù ´õ ¸¹Àº ¿å½ÉÀ» ³½ Àûµµ ÀÖ¾ú½À´Ï´Ù

But through it all when there was doubt

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×·¯´Ù°¡µµ ÀǽÉÀÌ »ý±â¸é

I ate it up and spit it out

±×·¸°Ô ¿å½ÉÀ» ºÎ¸®´Ù°¡µµ µü Àß¶ó ±×¸¸µÎ°ï ÇßÁÒ

I faced it all and I stood tall

¸ðµÎ¿Í Á¤¸éÀ¸·Î ¸Â¼­°í ´ç´çÇÏ°Ô ÀϾ°ï ÇßÁÒ

And did it my way

±×¸®°í Á¦ ¶æ´ë·Î »ì¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù

 

I've loved

»ç¶ûµµ Çß½À´Ï´Ù

 

I've laughed and cried

¿ô±âµµ ÇÏ°í ¿ï±âµµ ÇßÁÒ

 

I've had my fill, my share of losing

¾ò±âµµ Çϰí Àұ⵵ Çß¾ú½À´Ï´Ù

And now as tears subside

ÀÌÁ¦ ´«¹°ÀÌ °¡½Å µÚ¿¡ º¸´Ï

I find it all so amusing

¸ðµÎ Áñ°Å¿î Ãß¾ïÀ롃 ¾Ë¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù

 

To think I did all that

Á¦°¡ Çß´ø ¸ðµç ÀÏÀ» »ý°¢Çϸ鼭

And may I say not in a shy way

ºÎ²ô·¯¿öÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â Åõ·Î ¸»Çصµ µÇ°ÚÁÒ

Oh No, oh no, not me

Àü ¾Æ´Õ´Ï´Ù

I did it my way

Àü Á¦ ¶æ´ë·Î »ì¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù

 

For what is a man, what has he got?

³²ÀÚÀ̱â À§Çؼ­ ¹«¾ùÀ» °¡Á³³ª¿ä?

If not himself, then he has naught

ÀÚ±â ÀÚ½ÅÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó¸é ¾Æ¹« °Íµµ °¡ÁöÁö ¸øÇÑ °Ì´Ï´Ù

To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels

¾àÀÚµéÀÇ ÇÏ´Â ¸»ÀÌ ¾Æ´Ñ ÁøÁ¤ÇÑ ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ ´À³¦À» ¸»Çϸ鼭

The record shows I took the blows and did it my way

Àü ¾î·Á¿òÀ» ÇÇÇÏÁö ¾Ê°í Á¦ ¶æ´ë·Î »ì¾Ò´Ù°í ÀüÇØÁú °Ì´Ï´Ù

Yes, it was my way

±×·¡¿ä, ±×°Ç Á¦ ¶æÀ̾ú½À´Ï´Ù

 

 

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±â´ö¾ÆÀú¾¾ÀÇ ÁÁÀº¹æ¼Û Ç×»ó µè°íÀÖ´Â ¾ÖûÀÚ ÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

¿¹ÀüºÎÅÍ ±Ã±ÝÇߴµ¥ ¿¹Àü°îÁß À̿뺹¾¾ÀÇ ³ë·¡Áß Áø´Þ·¡ ¸Ô°í ¹°À屸 Ä¡°í ´Ù¶÷Áã ÂÑ´ø ¾î¸°½ÃÀý~ ÀÌ·¸°Ô ½ÃÀÛÇÏ´Â ¾î¸°½ÃÀý À̶õ ³ë·¡°¡ Àִµ¥ À̳뷡°¡ ¿Ü±¹ ÆË¼ÛÀÎ °É·Î ¾Æ´Âµ¥ ¿ø°îÀÇ Á¦¸ñ°ú °¡¼öÀ̸§ÀÌ ±Ã±ÝÇÕ´Ï´Ù.  Á» ?¾ÆÁּż­

±Ã±ÝÁõÀ» ÇØ°áÇØ ÁÖ¼ÌÀ¸¸é ÁÁ°Ú½À´Ï´Ù.

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´ä  Playground In My Mind / Clint Holmes

 ¹Ì±¹ Ãâ½ÅÀÇ ÆË °¡¼ö 'Ŭ¸°Æ® Ȩ½º'ÀÇ 1973³â ÀÛǰÀ¸·Î ºôº¸µå ½Ì±Û Â÷Æ® 2À§±îÁö ±â·ÏÇß´ø ³ë·¡. ¾î¸°ÀÌ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®´Â ÀÌ °îÀÇ ÇÁ·Îµà¼­ 'Æú ¹ê½º'ÀÇ ¾Æµé 'Çʸ³'ÀÌ Âü¿©ÇßÀ½.

 ÀÌ °îÀ» À̿뺹ÀÌ '¾î¸°½ÃÀý'·Î ¹ø¾ÈÇØ ºÒ·¶À½.

 

When this old world gets me down

And there's no love to be found

I close my eyes and soon I find

I'm in a playground in my mind

Where the children laugh

and the children play

And we sing a song all day.

¼¼»ó»ìÀÌ¿¡ ÁöÄ¡°í,

¸¶À½ÀÌ °¢¹ÚÇØÁ® »ç¶ûÀ» ã¾Æº¼¼ö ¾øÀ»¶§...

³ª´Â Áö±ßÀÌ ´«À» °¨¾Æº¾´Ï´Ù.

¾î´À»õ ³­ ¾î¸°½ÃÀý

ÇÏ·çÁ¾ÀÏ ¿ô°í ¶Ù³î°í ³ë·¡ÇÏ´ø,

±â¾ï¼Ó Ãß¾ïÀÇ ¿îµ¿Àå¿¡ ¿ÍÀÖ´Ù´Â°É ´À³§´Ï´Ù.

 

My name is Michael, I got a nickel

I got a nickel, shiny and new

I'm gonna buy me all kinds of candy

That's what I'm gonna do

³»À̸§Àº ¸¶ÀÌŬÀÌ¿¹¿ä,

³ª¿¡°Õ ºû³ª´Â 5¼¾Æ®Â¥¸® »õµ¿ÀüÀÌ ÀÖ¾î¿ä.

Àü ¸Ô°í½ÍÀº ¸¹Àº »çÅÁÀ» »ì°Å¿¹¿ä.

 

In the wonders that I find

in the playground in my mind

In a world that used to be,

close your eyes and follow me

Where the children laugh

and the children play

And we'll sing a song all day

°æÀ̷οò¼Ó¿¡¼­ Ãß¾ïÀÇ ¿îµ¿ÀåÀ» ȸ»óÇØ º¾´Ï´Ù.

¾î¸°½ÃÀýÀÇ Ãß¾ïÀ» ¶°¿Ã¸®¸ç,

»ì¸ç½Ã ´«À» °¨°í ¾ÆÀ̵éÀÌ ¿ÂÁ¾ÀÏ ¿ô°í

¶Ù³ë´Â °÷À¸·Î ³ª¸¦ µû¶ó¿Í º¸¼¼¿ä.

 

My girl is Cindy

When we get married,

we're gonna have a baby or two

We're gonna let them

visit their grandma

That's what we're gonna do.

³» ¿©ÀÚÄ£±¸ À̸§Àº Cindy¿¹¿ä,

³ªÁß¿¡ ¿ì¸®°¡ °áÈ¥À» Çϸé

¿¹»Û¾Æ±âµµ ³ºÀ»°Å¿¹¿ä.

±×¸®°í ³» ¾ÆÀ̵éÀÇ ¼ÕÀ» Àâ°í

¾ÆÀ̵é ÇҸӴϵµ ã¾ÆºÉ°Å¿¹¿ä.

 

See the little children

See how they're playing so happy

In the playround in my mind.

See the little children

See how they're playing so happy

In the playround in my mind.

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

La la la la la la la.

Áö³­ Ãß¾ïÀ» ¶°¿Ã¸®¸ç »ì°íÀÖÁö¸¸,

³»¸¶À½¼Ó¿£ ÇູÇÑ ¾î¸°½ÃÀýÀÌ ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù.

º¸¼¼¿ä! ¸¶À½¼ÓÀÇ Ãß¾ïÀÇ ¿îµ¿Àå¿¡¼­

¶Ù³î°í ÀÖ´Â ¾î¸°½ÃÀýÀÇ ¿ì¸®¸ð½ÀÀ»~

 

 

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´ä  All My Trials / Mickey Newbury

 ¹Ì±¹ Ãâ½ÅÀÇ Æ÷Å© ÀçÁî °¡¼ö '¹ÌŰ ´º¹ö¸®'ÀÇ 1988³â ¹ßÇ¥°î. ¿À·¡µÈ ÈæÀÎ ¿µ°¡·Î 60³â´ë ÇØ¸® º£¶óÆùÅ×, Á¸ ¹Ù¿¡ÁîÀÇ ³ë·¡·Î Àß ¾Ë·ÁÁø °î. ÀÌ °îÀ» ¹ÌŰ ´º¹ö¸®°¡ £Àº ºÐÀ§±âÀÇ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®·Î ¸®¸ÞÀÌÅ©ÇØ ¸¹Àº »ç¶ûÀ» ¹Þ¾ÒÀ½.

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Hush, little baby, don't you cry;

You know your mama was born to die;

All my trials, Lord, soon be over.

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¾ËÁö¾Ê´Ï, ³× ¾ö¸¶´Â ¶°³ª¾ß¸¸ Çß´Ü´Ù.

 

I've got a little book with pages three;

And every page spells liberty;

All my trials, Lord, soon be over.

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"³ë¿¹Çعæ"¸¸ÀÌ ÀûÇô ÀÖ´ø.

 

There grows a tree in Paradise;

And the pilgrims call it The Tree of Life;

All my trials, Lord, soon be over.

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¼ø·ÊÀÚµéÀÌ »ý¸íÀÇ ³ª¹«¶ó°í ºÎ¸£´Â.

 

River Jordan is muddy and cold;

Well, it chills the body but not the soul;

All my trials, Lord, soon be over.

¿ä´Ü °­Àº Â÷µðÂù ´Ë

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³» ¸öÀº ¾ó·Áµµ È¥Àº ±×·²¼ö ¾øÀ¸´Ï.

 

If livin' was a thing that money could buy;

Then the rich would live, and the poor would die;

All my trials, Lord, soon be over.

»îÀÌ µ·ÁÖ°í »ì¼ö ÀÖ´Â °ÍÀ̶ó¸é

ºÎÀÚ´Â »ì°í °¡³­¹ðÀÌ´Â Á×°ÚÁö.

 

Too late, my brothers;

Too late, but never mind;

All my trials, Lord, soon be over.

All my trials, Lord, soon be over.

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³Ê¹« ´Ê¾ú¾î, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±«·Î¿ö ¸»°Ô.

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´ä  Quizas Quizas Quizas / Nat King Cole

 Äí¹Ù Ãâ½ÅÀÇ '¿À½º¿Ðµµ ÆÄ·¹½º'°¡ 1947³â¿¡ ¹ßÇ¥ÇÑ ¶óƾ ÆËÀÇ °íÀü. ³²¹ÌÀÇ ÀüÅëÀûÀÎ ¸®µëÀÇ ÀÌ °îÀº ÀÌÈÄ ¸¹Àº °¡¼öµé¿¡ ÀÇÇØ ¸®¸ÞÀÌÅ©µÆ´Âµ¥, ±¹³»¿¡¼­´Â ÈæÀÎ °¡¼ö '³Á Å· ÄÝ'ÀÇ 1958³â ¹ßÇ¥°îÀÌ ¸¹Àº »ç¶ûÀ» ¹Þ¾ÒÀ½.

 

 

Siempre que te pregunto

Que cuando, como y donde

Tu siempre me respondes

Quizas, quizas, quizas.

Ç×»ó ³­ ±×´ë¿¡°Ô ¹¯°ïÇÏÁö¿ä,

¾ðÁ¦, ¾îµð¼­, ¾î¶»°Ô¶ó°í.

±×´ë´Â ´Ã ³»°Ô ´ë´äÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

±×·² ¼öµµ ÀÖ°ÚÁö...

 

Y asi pasan los dias

Y yo voy desesperando

Y tu, tu, tu, contestando

Quizas, quizas, quizas.  

±×·¸°Ô ³¯µéÀº Áö³ª°¡°í

³ª´Â Àý¸Á¿¡ ºüÁ®¸¸ °©´Ï´Ù.

±×·±µ¥µµ ±×´ë´Â ´ë´äÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

±×·² ¼öµµ ÀÖ°ÚÁö...

 

Estas perdiendo el tiempo

Pensando, pensando

Por lo que mas tu quieras

Hasta cuando, hasta cuando...  

±×´ë´Â ½Ã°£À» ÀÒ°í ÀÖ´Â °Å¿¹¿ä.

»ý°¢ÇÏ°í »ý°¢ÇÏ´À¶ó°í

ÇÏÁö¸¸, ±×´ë°¡ ÁøÁ¤À¸·Î ¿øÇÏ´Â °Í ¶§¹®À̶ó¸é

¾ðÁ¦±îÁö¶óµµ...

 

Ay, asi pasan los dias

Y yo voy desesperando

Y tu, tu, tu, contestando

Quizas, quizas, quizas.  

¾Æ, ±×·¸°Ô ³¯µéÀº Áö³ª°¡°í

³ª´Â Àý¸Á¿¡ ºüÁ®¸¸ °©´Ï´Ù.

±×·±µ¥µµ ±×´ë´Â ´ë´äÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

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