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El Lute (¿¤ ·çÅ×)Ã߾﹫´ë...

El Lute (¿¤ ·çÅ×)

Sung by Boney M (1979)

 

This is the story of El Lute,

a man who was born to be hunted like a wild animal because he was poor.

But he refused to accept his fate and today his honor has been restored.

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°¡³­Ç߱⠶§¹®¿¡ ¾ß»ýµ¿¹°Ã³·³ »ç³É ´çÇϱâ À§ÇØ Å¾´ø ÇÑ »ç³ªÀÌ¿´ÁÒ.

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He was only nineteen, and he was sentenced to die.

For something that somebody else did and blamed on El Lute.

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´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷ÀÌ ÇÑ ÁþÀ» ¡®¿¤ ·çÅס¯¿¡°Ô ´©¸íÀ» ¾º¿ü±â ¶§¹®ÀÌÁÒ.

 

Then they changed it to life, and so, he could escape,

from, then on chased him and searched for him day and night all over Spain.

But the search was in vain for El Lute.

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±× ÈÄ·Ð ±×µéÀº ±×¸¦ ÂѾҰí¹ã³·À¸·Î ±×¸¦ ã¾Æ¼­ ¿Â ½ºÆäÀÎÀ» ´Ù µÚÁ³½À´Ï´Ù.

ÇÏÁö¸¸±× ¡®¿¤ ·çÅס¯¸¦ ã´Â ¼ö»öÀº Çê¼ö°í¿´ÁÒ.

 

He had only seen the dark side of life.

The man they called El Lute, and he wanted a home,

just like you and like me in a country where all would be free.

±×´Â ¿ÀÁ÷ ÀλýÀÇ ¾îµÎ¿î ¸é¸¸ º¸¾Æ¿ÔÁÒ.

±×µéÀÌ ¡®¿¤ ·çÅס¯¶ó ºÒ·¶´ø ±× »ç¶÷±×´Â °¨¿Á´ë½Å ÁýÀ» ¿øÇß´ø °Å¿¹¿ä.

´ç½Å°ú ³ª¿Í °°ÀÌ ¸ðµç °ÍÀÌ ÀÚÀ¯·Î¿î ³ª¶ó¿¡¼­ÀÇ ÁýÀ» ¸»ÀÌÁÒ.


So, he taught himself to read and to write, it didn't help El Lute.

He was one who had dared to escape overnight, they had to find El Lute.

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Soon the fame of his tale spread like wild fire all over the land.

With a prize on his head, people still gave him bread and they gave him a hand.

For they knew he was right and his fight was their fight.

°ð ±×ÀÇ À̾߱âÀÇ ¸í¼ºÀÌ »êºÒó·³ Àü±¹À¸·Î ÆÛÁ® ³ª°¬ÁÒ.

±×ÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¿¡ Çö»ó±ÝÀÌ ºÙ¾úÁö¸¸»ç¶÷µéÀº ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ±×¿¡°Ô »§À» ÁÖ°í µµ¿òÀ» Áá¾î¿ä.

»ç¶÷µéÀº ±×°¡ ¿Ç´Ù´Â °ÍÀ» ¾Ë¾Ò±â¿¡ ±×ÀÇ ½Î¿òÀÌ ÀڽŵéÀÇ ½Î¿òÀ̾ú´ø °ÅÁÒ.

 

No one gave you a chance in the Spain of those days.

On the walls every place, they had put up the face of El Lute.

And he robbed where he could just like once Robin Hood.

They finally caught him and that seemed the end but they caught him in vain.

Cause a change came for Spain, and El Lute,

±× ´ç½Ã ½ºÆäÀο¡¼­´Â ¾Æ¹«µµ ¿©·¯ºÐ¿¡°Ô ±âȸ¸¦ ÁÖÁö ¾Ê¾ÒÁÒ.

±×µéÀÌ °÷°÷¿¡ ¡®¿¤ ·çÆ®¡¯ÀÇ ¾ó±¼À» ºÙ¿´¾î¿ä.

±×¸®°í ¡®·Îºó Èĵ塯°¡ µü ÇѹøÀÌ¶óµµ ÁÁ¾ÆÇÒ ¸¸ÇÑ °÷À» Åоú´ø °ÍÀÌÁÒ.

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½ºÆäÀο¡ ±×¸®°í ¡®¿¤ ·çÅס¯¿¡ º¯È­°¡ »ý°å±â ¶§¹®ÀÌÁÒ.

 

He had only seen the dark side of life.

The man they called El Lute, and he wanted a home,

just like you and like me in a country where all would be free.

 

And then freedom really came to his land and also to El Lute.

Now, he walks in the line of a sunny new day, the man they call, El Lute.

±×¸®°í ³ª¼­ ÀÚÀ¯´Â ±×ÀÇ ³ª¶ó¿Í ¡®¿¤ ·çÅס¯¿¡°Ô Á¤¸»·Î ã¾Æ¿Ô½À´Ï´Ù

ÀÌÁ¦¾ß±×´Â ±¤¸íÀÇ ¹àÀº »õ ³¯¿¡ ´ç´çÀÌ °É¾î°©´Ï´Ù»ç¶÷µéÀº ±×¸¦ ¡®¿¤ ·çÅס¯¶ó ºÎ¸¨´Ï´Ù.

 

Songwriters: Frank Farian, Hans Blum, Fred Jay

 

 






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