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Loreley (·Î·¼¶óÀÌ)

Sung by Dschinghis Khan (1981)

 

Every man desired her but her heart was not her own.

There was just one lover for her.

But he'd gone away to war never ever to return.

So, this life held nothing for her.

¸ðµç »ç³»µéÀÌ ±×³à¸¦ ¿øÇßÁö¸¸ ±×³àÀÇ ¸¶À½Àº ±×³à ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ °ÍÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¾ú³×.

±×³à¸¦ »ç¶ûÇÑ ¿¬ÀÎÀº ¿ÀÁ÷ Çϳª¿´Áö.

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×´Â °áÄÚ µ¹¾Æ¿ÀÁö ¸øÇÏ´Â ÀüÀï¿¡ ³ª°¬´Ù ³×.

±×·¡¼­ ÀÌ·± »îÀº ±×³à¸¦ À§Çؼ­´Â ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ºÙÀâÀ» °Ô ¾ø¾úÁö

 

She would sit out where the Rhine was very deep,

up upon a rock so high.

±×³à´Â ±íÀº ¶óÀÎ °­°¡¿¡ Ä¡¼ÚÀº

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And she'd sing a little song and the people who would hear.

Would forget the danger nearby.

±×¸®°í ±×³à´Â °¡³ÇÇ ¼Ò¸®·Î ³ë·¡¸¦ ºÒ·¶°í±×°É µéÀº »ç¶÷µéÀº

±ÙóÀÇ À§ÇèÀ» ±î¸Ä°Ô Àؾú°ÚÁö.

 

Loreley, ley, ley, looks down on the river Rhine.

Where it flows just like a ribbon blue and wide.

Loreley, ley, ley, sitting in the bright sunshine

While she combs her golden hair.

Loreley, ley, ley, ships sail past her all day long.

If they see her, they're enchanted by her song.

Loreley, ley, ley, many of those ships are gone, but that was so long ago.

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀΰ­¹°À» ³»·Á´Ùº¸³×,

±×Àú Ǫ¸£°í ³Ê¸¥ ¸®º» °°ÀÌ È帣´Â °­À».

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀ̹àÀº ÇÞ»ì ¾Æ·¡ ¾É¾Æ¼­

±×³à°¡ ±Ý¹ßÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ºø´Â µ¿¾È¿¡

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀ̹èµéÀº ¿Þ Á¾ÀÏ ±×³à °çÀ» ½ºÃÄ Ç×ÇØÇÏÁö.

±× ¹èµéÀÌ ±×³à¸¦ º»´Ù¸é±×µéÀº ±×³àÀÇ ³ë·¡¿¡ Ç« ºüÁ®¼­

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀÌ±× ¹èµé Áß ¸¹Àº ¹èµéÀÌ »ç¶óÁ®¿äÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×°Ç ¾ÆÁÖ ¿À·¡Àü ÀÏÀÌÁö.

 

And her singing could be heard from so many miles away,

Like a sweet forgotten dream.

And the fishermen in boats passing at the break of day,

Were bewitched by what they'd seen.

±×¸®°í ±×³àÀÇ ³ë·¡´Â ¼ö ¸¶ÀÏ ¸Ö¸®¼­µµ µéÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ¾úÁö.

¾Æ·ÃÇÏ°í ´ÞÄÞÇÑ ²Þ°°ÀÌ

±×¸®°í »õº®¿¡ Áö³ª°¡´Â º¸Æ®¸¦ ź ¾îºÎµéÀº

±×µéÀÌ º» ¸ð½À¿¡ ¸Å·áµÇ¾úÁö.

 

And so many boats were lost upon the rocks,

While their sailors stared at her.

±×¸®°í ¾ÆÁÖ ¸¹Àº ¹èµéÀÌ ¹ÙÀ§¿¡ ºÎµúÇô »ç¶óÁ³Áö.

¾îºÎµéÀÌ ³ÌÀ» ÀÒ°í ±×³à¸¦ ÃÄ´Ùº¸´Â µ¿¾È¿¡,

 

But she always looked away as the river took them down,

Like she didn't even care.

ÇÏÁö¸¸ °­ÀÌ ±×µéÀ» °¡¶ó ¾ÉÈ÷´Â µ¿¾È±×³à´Â Ç×»ó ½Ã¼±À» ÇÇÇß´Ù ³×.

±×³à°¡ ½Å°æµµ ¾È ¾²´Â °Íó·³.

 

Loreley, ley, ley, looks down on the river Rhine.

Where it flows just like a ribbon blue and wide.

Loreley, ley, ley, sitting in the bright sunshine

While she combs her golden hair.

Loreley, ley, ley, ships sail past her all day long.

If they see her, they're enchanted by her song.

Loreley, ley, ley, many of those ships are gone, but that was so long ago.

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀΰ­¹°À» ³»·Á´Ùº¸³×,

±×Àú Ǫ¸£°í ³Ê¸¥ ¸®º» °°ÀÌ È帣´Â °­À».

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀ̹àÀº ÇÞ»ì ¾Æ·¡ ¾É¾Æ¼­

±×³à°¡ ±Ý¹ßÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ºø´Â µ¿¾È¿¡

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀ̹èµéÀº ¿Þ Á¾ÀÏ ±×³à °çÀ» ½ºÃÄ Ç×ÇØÇÏÁö.

±× ¹èµéÀÌ ±×³à¸¦ º»´Ù¸é±×µéÀº ±×³àÀÇ ³ë·¡¿¡ Ç« ºüÁ®¼­

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀÌ±× ¹èµé Áß ¸¹Àº ¹èµéÀÌ »ç¶óÁ®¿äÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×°Ç ¾ÆÁÖ ¿À·¡Àü ÀÏÀÌÁö.

 

Then one day, a sailor saw the Loreley.

And he said: "She will be mine!"

And he set out with his crew mates upon the father Rhine.

But they also drank too much wine.

Wine, wine, wine, wine, here's to Loreley.

Who believes in fairy tales.

Wine, wine, wine, wine, give us lots of wine.

God help us, if we fail.

±×·¯´ø ¾î´À ³¯ÇÑ ¼±¿øÀÌ ·Î·¼¶óÀ̸¦ º¸¾ÒÁö.

±×¸®°í ±×´Â "±×³à´Â ³» ¿©ÀÚ°¡ µÉ °Å¾ß," ¶ó°í ¸»ÇßÁö.

±×¸®°í ±×´Â ±×ÀÇ ¼±¿øµ¿·áµé°ú ÇÔ²² ¶óÀΰ­À¸·Î Ãâ¹ßÇßÁö

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×µé ¶ÇÇÑ ³Ê¹« ¸¹Àº ¿ÍÀÎÀ» ¸¶¼ÌÁö.

¿ÍÀοÍÀοÍÀοÍÀο©±â ·Î·¼¶óÀÌ¿¡ ¿Â °Å¿¹¿ä.

Àü¼³À» ¹Ï´Â »ç¶÷À¸·Î

¿ÍÀοÍÀοÍÀοÍÀο츮¿¡°Ô ¾ÆÁÖ ¸¹Àº ¿ÍÀÎÀ» ÁÖ¼¼¿ä

½ÅÀÌ ¿ì¸®¸¦ µµ¿ÍÁÖÁҿ츮°¡ ½ÇÆÐÇÏ¸é ¸»ÀÌÁÒ.

 

And she sang her fateful song.

And she brushed her golden hair as the boat sank beneath the waves.

±×¸®°í ±×³à´Â ¿î¸íÀÇ ³ë·¡¸¦ ºÒ·¶Áö.

±×¸®°í ±×³à°¡ ±Ý¹ßÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ºøÀÚ±× ¹è°¡ Æĵµ ¹ØÀ¸·Î °¡¶ó¾É¾ÒÁö.

.

 

Loreley, ley, ley, looks down on the river Rhine.

Where it flows just like a ribbon blue and wide.

Loreley, ley, ley, sitting in the bright sunshine.

While she combs her golden hair.

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀΰ­¹°À» ³»·Á´Ùº¸³×,

±×Àú Ǫ¸£°í ³Ê¸¥ ¸®º» °°ÀÌ È帣´Â °­À».

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀ̹àÀº ÇÞ»ì ¾Æ·¡ ¾É¾Æ¼­

±×³à°¡ ±Ý¹ßÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ºø´Â µ¿¾È¿¡

 

Loreley, ley, ley, ships are sailing to and from.

And they still can hear her song from long ago.

Loreley, ley, ley, they can't see her anymore sitting by the river.

Loreley, ley, leeeeeeeeeeeeeeey,

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀ̹èµéÀº ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ¿À°¡°í,

»ç¶÷µéÀº ¾ÆÁ÷µµ ±×³àÀÇ ¾ÆÁÖ ¿À·¡ÀüÀÇ ³ë·¡ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µéÀ» ¼ö ÀÖÁö¸¸,

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶óÀÌ»ç¶÷µéÀº ´õ ÀÌ»ó °­°¡¿¡ ¾É¾Æ ÀÖ´Â ±×³à¸¦ º¼ ¼ö ¾ø³×.

·Î·¼¶óÀ̶óÀ̶ó~~~~~~~~~~~ÀÌ.

 

Songwriters: Ralph Siegel / Bernd Meinunger.

 

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