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- 2019/08/12 00:09
- http://blog.moneta.co.kr/simek/8353915/484997
by Dennis DeYoung (1984)
"Is this the train to Desert Moon?" was all she said.
But I knew I'd heard that stranger's voice before.
¡°ÀÌ ±âÂ÷°¡ »ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ±îÁö °¡³ª¿ä?¡± ±×³à´Â ±×·¸°Ô¸¸ ¸»Çß¾î¿ä
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ª´Â ±× ³¸¼± ÀÌÀÇ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ¿¹Àü¿¡ µéÀº ÀûÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù´Â °É ¾Ë¾ÆÂ÷·ÈÁÒ
I turned to look into her eyes, but she moved away.
She was standing in the rain trying hard to speak my name.
They say first love never runs dry.
±×³àÀÇ ´«À» º¸·Á°í µ¹¾Æ¼¹Áö¸¸, ±×³à´Â ¸ÖÂġ ¹°·¯³µ¾î¿ä.
±×³à´Â ºø¼Ó¿¡ ¼ ÀÖ¾úÁÒ, Èûµé°Ô ³» À̸§À» ¸»Çϸé¼
»ç¶÷µéÀº ù »ç¶ûÀº °áÄÚ ¸¶¸£Áö ¾Ê´Â´Ù°í ÇØ¿ä.
The waiter poured our memories in a tiny cup.
We stumbled over words we longed to hear
¿þÀÌÅÍ°¡ ÀÛÀº ÄÅ¿¡ ¿ì¸®ÀÇ Ãß¾ïÀ» µû¸£³×¿ä.
¿ì¸®´Â ¼·Î µè°í ½Í¾î ÇÏ´ø ¸»À» Á¦´ë·Î ÇÏÁö ¸øÇÏ°í ´õµë°Å·ÈÁÒ.
We talked about the dreams we'd lost, or given up.
When the whistle caught the night and shook silence from my life.
As the last train rolled toward the moon.
¿ì¸®´Â ¿ì¸®°¡ ÀÒ¾î¹ö·È°Å³ª Æ÷±âÇÑ ²Þ¿¡ ´ëÇØ ¾ê±â¸¦ ³ª´©¾úÁÒ
±âÀû ¼Ò¸®°¡ ±× ¹ãÀ» »ïÄÑ ¹ö·ÈÀ» ¶¼, ±×¸®°í °í¿äÇÑ ³» »îÀ» Èçµé¾úÀ» ¶§,
±× ¸¶Áö¸· ±âÂ÷´Â ´ÞÀ» ÇâÇØ ±¼·¯°¬±â ¶§¹®ÀÌÁÒ.
Those summer nights, when we were young,
We bragged of things we'd never done.
We were dreamers, only dreamers.
±× ¿©¸§ ¹ãµé, ¿ì¸®°¡ ¾î·ÈÀ» ¶§
¿ì¸®´Â °áÄÚ ÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀº ÀϵéÀ» ÀÚ¶û½º·¹ ¶°¹ú·ÈÁÒ.
¿ì¸®´Â ²Þ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µéÀ̾úÁÒ, ±×Àú ²Þ¸¸ ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µé,
and in our haste, to grow up too soon.
We left our innocence on Desert Moon.
±×¸®°í ¼º±ÞÇÏ°Ô, »¡¸® ¾î¸¥ÀÌ µÇ´Â ²Þµé,
¿ì¸®´Â ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¼ø¼öÇÔÀ» »ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ¿¡ µÎ°í ¿Ô¾î¿ä.
We were dreamers, only dreamers, on Desert Moon, On Desert Moon,
On Desert Moon, Desert Moon.
¿ì¸®´Â ²Þ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µéÀ̾úÁÒ, ±×Àú ²Þ¸¸ ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µé, »ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ¿¡¼, »ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ¿¡¼.
»ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ¿¡¼, »ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ.
I still can hear the whisper of the summer nights.
It echoes in the corners of my heart.
The night we stood waiting for the desert train.
All the words we meant to say, all the chances swept away,
still remain on the road to undo.
³ª´Â ±× ¿©¸§ ¹ãµéÀÇ ¼Ó»èÀÓÀ» ¿©ÀüÈ÷ µéÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ¾î¿ä.
³» ¸¶À½ ±¸¼®±¸¼®¿¡¼ ¸Þ¾Æ¸® Ä¡ÁÒ.
»ç¸· Çà ±âÂ÷¸¦ ±â´Ù¸®¸ç ¼ ÀÖ´ø ±×³¯ ¹ã,
¿ì¸®°¡ ¸»ÇÏ·Á°í Çß´ø ¸ðµç ¸»µé, ¸ðµç ±âȸ´Â ¾µ¾î°¡ ¹ö·È¾î¿ä.
´Ù½Ã ¿ø»óÅ·Πµ¹·Á ³õ±â À§ÇØ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ °Å¸®¿¡ ³²¾Æ ÀÖ´Â °ÅÁÒ.
Those summer nights, when we were young,
We bragged of things we'd never done.
We were dreamers, only dreamers,
Moment pass and time moves on.
But dreams remain for just as long as there's dreamers, all the dreamers.
On Desert Moon, Desert Moon.
¼ø°£Àº Áö³ª°¡°í, ½Ã°£µµ Èê·¯°¡ÁÒ.
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¸ðµç ²Þ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ÀÖ´Â ÇÑ, ²ÞµéÀº °è¼Ó ³²¾Æ¿ä.
»ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ¿¡¼, »ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ.
Songwriter: Dennis DeYoung
À½¾Çµè±â: http://mini.thinkpool.com/exim/1673282
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