Vincent / Don Mclean ¹Ì±¹ Ãâ½ÅÀÇ ½Ì¾î ¼Û¶óÀÌÅÍ 'µ· ¸ÆÅ¬¸°'ÀÇ 1972³â ÀÛǰÀ¸·Î ºôº¸µå ½Ì±Û Â÷Æ® 12À§±îÁö ±â·ÏÇß´ø
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ȸȼºÀÌ ¾î¿ì·¯Á® ÆË¿¡ ¹«°ü½ÉÇÑ »ç¶÷µé¿¡°Ô±îÁö ³Î¸® »ç¶û¹Þ°í ÀÖ´Ù.
Vincent
Stary stary
night º°ÀÌ ºû³ª´Â ¹ã¿¡ 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 ¾ð´ö À§ÀÇ
±×¸²ÀÚ¿Í Sketch the trees and the daffodils ³ª¹«µé°ú ¼ö¼±È¸¦ ±×·ÁºÁ¿ä 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 ¿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
Stary stary night º°ÀÌ ºû³ª´Â ¹ã¿¡ Flaming flowers that brightly
blaze ¹à°Ô Ÿ¿À¸£´Â µí ȯÇÏ°Ô ÇÇ¾î³ ²É°ú Swirling clouds in violet haze º¸¶ó ºû ¾È°³ ¼Ó¿¡
¼Ò¿ëµ¹ÀÌÄ¡´Â ±¸¸§ÀÌ 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)
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