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Diamonds and Rust (´ÙÀ̾Ƹóµå¿Í ³ì½¼ Â±â) Ã߾﹫´ë

Diamonds and Rust (´ÙÀ̾Ƹóµå¿Í ³ì½¼ Â±â)

Sung by Joan Baez (1975)

 

Well, I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again.

But that's not unusual, it's just that the moon is full and you happened to call.

And here I sit, hand on the telephone,

hearing a voice I'd known a couple of light years ago, heading straight for a fall.

À½³­ ¸ÁÇҰž߿©±â ¶Ç ³ÊÀÇ À¯·ÉÀÌ ³ªÅ¸³ª.

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×°ÍÀº ƯÀÌÇÑ °ÍÀÌ ¾Æ´ÏÁöº¸¸§´ÞÀÌ ¶ß¸é ³×°¡ ÀüÈ­¸¦ Ç߰ŵç,.

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As I remember your eyes were bluer than robin's eggs.

My poetry was lousy you said.

Where are you calling from, a booth in the mid-west?

Ten years ago, I bought you some cuff-links, you brought me something.

We both know what memories can bring, they bring diamonds and rust.

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Well you burst on the scene, already a legend.

The unwashed phenomenon, the original vagabond.

You strayed into my arms and there you stayed.

Temporarily lost at sea, the Madonna was yours for free.

Yes, the girl on the half-shell would keep you unharmed.

À½³×°¡ ÀÌ¹Ì Àü¼³ÀÌ µÇ¾î °©Àڱ⠳ªÅ¸³ª¼­.

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³Ê´Â ³» Ç°À¸·Î Àß ¸ø µé¾î¼¹´ø °Å¾ß±×¸®°í °Å±â¼­ ¸Ó¹°·¶Áö.

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Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around.

And snow in your hair.

Now you're smiling out the window of that crummy hotel over Washington Square.

Our breath comes out white clouds mingles and hangs in the air.

Speaking strictly for me, we both could have died then and there.

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±×¸®°í ³ÊÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¿¡ ³»¸° ´«±îÁöµµ,

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Now, you're telling me you're not nostalgic.

Then give me another word for it, you who are so good with words.

And at keeping things vague.

Because I need some of that vagueness now, it's all come back too clearly.

Yes, I loved you dearly, and if you're offering me diamonds and rust, I've already paid.

Áö±Ý ³Í ³»°Ô ¸»ÇÏ°í ÀÖ¾î, '´ç½ÅÀº Çâ¼ö¸¦ ºÒ·¯ÀÏÀ¸Å°Áö ¾Ê´Â »ç¶÷'À̶ó°í.

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±×¸®°í 'ÀϵéÀ» ¸ðÈ£ÇÏ°Ô ¸¸µå´Â ÀçÁÖ°¡ ÀÖ´Â ´ç½Å',

³ª´Â Áö±Ý ¾à°£ÀÇ ±× ¸ðÈ£ÇÔÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇϱ⠶§¹®¿¡ ¸ðµç °Ô ¾ÆÁÖ ºÐ¸íÇÏ°Ô µÇµ¹ÀÌÅ°°Ô µÇ¾úÁö,

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Songwriter: Joan Baez

 

 






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