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Vincent / Don Mclean
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Vincent

Stary stary night
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Paint your palette blue and gray
ÆÄ¶õ»ö°ú ȸ»öÀ¸·Î È­ÆÇÀ» ¹°µéÀ̰í
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul

¾î´À ¿©¸§³¯¿¡ Á¦ ¿µÈ¥ÀÇ ¾îµÒÀ» ¾Æ´Â ´«À¸·Î ¹ÛÀ» ¹Ù¶óºÁ¿ä
Shadows on the hills
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Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen
´«Ã³·³ ÇÏ¾á ¸°³Ù Ä·ÆÛ½º¿¡ ¹Ù¶÷°ú °Ü¿ïÀÇ ½Î´ÃÇÔÀ» »ö±ò·Î ±×·Áº¸¼¼¿ä

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
´ç½ÅÀÌ ¹«½¼ ¸»À» ÇÏ·Á Çß´ÂÁö ÀÌÁ¦¾ß ¾Ë °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù
And how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free

»ç¶÷µéÀ» ÀÚÀ¯·Ó°Ô ÇØÁÖ·Á°í ¾ó¸¶³ª ³ë·ÂÇß´ÂÁö ¾Ë °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù
They would not listen
±×µéÀº ´ç½ÅÀÇ ¸»À» µèÁö ¾Ê¾Ò°í
They did not know how
¾î¶»°Ô µè´ÂÁöµµ ¸ô¶úÁÒ
Perhaps they listen now
¾Æ¸¶ ÀÌÁ¦´Â ±×µéµµ ¾Ë °Ì´Ï´Ù

Stary stary night
º°ÀÌ ºû³ª´Â ¹ã¿¡
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
¹à°Ô Ÿ¿À¸£´Â µí ȯÇÏ°Ô ÇǾ ²É°ú
Swirling clouds in violet haze
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
ºó¼¾Æ®ÀÇ ÆÄ¶õ µÎ ´«¿¡ ºñÃß°í ÀÖ¾î¿ä

Colors changing hue morning field of amber grain
°î½ÄÀÌ ÀÍ¾î °¡´Â Ȳ±Ýºû ¾ÆÄ§µé³èÀº ±× »öÀ» ¹Ù²ã°¡°í
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath artist's loving hand
°íÅëÀ¸·Î °¡µæ Âù ÁÖ¸§Áø ¾ó±¼Àº ¿¹¼ú°¡ÀÇ »ç¶û½º·± ¼Õ±æ·Î À§·Î ¹Þ¾ÒÁÒ

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
´ç½ÅÀÌ ¹«½¼ ¸»À» ÇÏ·Á Çß´ÂÁö ÀÌÁ¦¾ß ¾Ë °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù
And how you suffered for your sanity
¿ÂÀüÇÑ Á¤½Å ¶§¹®¿¡ ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¾ó¸¶³ª °íÅë¹Þ¾Ò´ÂÁö
And how you tried to set them free


»ç¶÷µéÀ» ÀÚÀ¯·Ó°Ô ÇØÁÖ·Á°í ¾ó¸¶³ª ³ë·ÂÇß´ÂÁö ¾Ë °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù
They would not listen
±×µéÀº ´ç½ÅÀÇ ¸»À» µèÁö ¾Ê¾Ò°í
They did not know how
¾î¶»°Ô µè´ÂÁöµµ ¸ô¶úÁÒ
Perhaps they listen now
¾Æ¸¶ ÀÌÁ¦´Â ±×µéµµ ¾Ë °Ì´Ï´Ù

For they could not love you
»ç¶÷µéÀº ´ç½ÅÀ» »ç¶ûÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø¾ú½À´Ï´Ù
But still your love was true
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ´ç½ÅÀÇ »ç¶ûÀº ¿©ÀüÈ÷ Áø½ÇÇßÁÒ
And when no hope was left inside on that stary stary night
±×¸®°í ¾Æ¹«·± Èñ¸Áµµ ³²Áö ¾ÊÀº º°ÀÌ ºû³ª´Â ¹ã¿¡

You took your life as lovers often do

¿¬ÀεéÀÌ ÇÏ´Â °Íó·³ ´ç½Åµµ ½º½º·Î ¸ñ¼ûÀ» ²÷¾ú½À´Ï´Ù
But I could have told you, Vincent
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ºó¼¾Æ®, Àü ´ç½Å²² ¸»ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ¾ú½À´Ï´Ù
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
ÀÌ ¼¼»óÀº ´ç½Åó·³ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î »ç¶÷¿¡°Ô ÀϺη¯ ±×·± °Ç ¾Æ´Õ´Ï´Ù

Stary stray night
º°ÀÌ ºû³ª´Â ¹ã¿¡
Portraits hung in empty halls
ÅÖ ºñ¾î ÀÖ´Â ¹æ¿¡ °É·ÁÀÖ´Â ÃÊ»óÈ­¿Í
Frameless heads on nameless walls
À̸§µµ ¾ø´Â º®¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ¾×ÀÚµµ ¾ø´Â ±×¸²µéÀº
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget


¼¼»óÀ» ¹Ù¶óº¸´Â ´«À» °¡Áö°í ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù
Like the strangers that you've met the ragged men in ragged clothes
±×¸®°í ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¸¸³­ ´©´õ±â ¿ÊÀ» °ÉÄ£ ÃʶóÇÑ À̹æÀÎó·³ ÀØÀ» ¼ö ¾øÁÒ
The silver thorn of a bloody rose like crushed and broken on the virgin snow
°í¿î ´« À§¿¡ ºÎµúÇô ºÎ¼­Áø »õ»¡°£ Àå¹ÌÀÇ Àººû °¡½Ãµµ ¸¶Âù°¡ÁöÀÔ´Ï´Ù

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
´ç½ÅÀÌ ¹«½¼ ¸»À» ÇÏ·Á Çß´ÂÁö ÀÌÁ¦¾ß ¾Ë °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù
And how you suffered for your sanity
¿ÂÀüÇÑ Á¤½Å ¶§¹®¿¡ ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¾ó¸¶³ª °íÅë¹Þ¾Ò´ÂÁö

And how you tried to set them free
»ç¶÷µéÀ» ÀÚÀ¯·Ó°Ô ÇØÁÖ·Á°í ¾ó¸¶³ª ³ë·ÂÇß´ÂÁö ¾Ë °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù
They would not listen
±×µéÀº ´ç½ÅÀÇ ¸»À» µèÁö ¾Ê¾Ò°í
They're not listening still
¾ÆÁ÷µµ µè°í ÀÖÁö ¾ÊÁÒ
Perhaps they never will
¾Æ¸¶ ±×µéÀº ¿µ¿øÈ÷ ¾ËÁö ¸øÇÒ °Ì´Ï´Ù

 

¿Àºê¸® Âü°¡ÀÚ ¸í´Ü

1. Fly Me To The Moon / ¹ÚÈ¿¼±

 

2. You Raise Me Up / ±èÁØ¿ë

 

3. Killing Me Softly With His Song / °­¿¹³ª

 

4. She's Gone / Á¤±Ù¿µ

 

 





2006-03-15(10:03)