The Gods Love Nubia (½ÅµéÀº '´©ºñ¾Æ'¸¦ »ç¶ûÇÑ´Ù) Ã߾﹫´ë
- 2018/09/18 07:17
- http://blog.moneta.co.kr/simek/8333392/484997
From Musical ¡®Aida¡¯ (1998)
Aida:
Take me in my dreams recurring, cheerful as a childhood dance.
Into one more taste of freedom, one more longing backward glance.
¾î¸° ½ÃÀý ¹ß¶öÇÑ Ããó·³, ´Ù½Ã ¶° ¿À¸£´Â ³» ²Þ¼ÓÀ¸·Î ³¯ µ¥·Á ´Ù Áà¿ä.
ÇÑ ¹ø ´õ ÀÚÀ¯ÀÇ ¸ÀÀ» º¸°í, ÇÑ ¹ø ´õ °ú°Å¸¦ µÚµ¹¾Æº¸´Â °£ÀýÇÔÀ¸·Î,
In the sway of somber music, I shall never, never understand.
Let me slip into the sweeter chorus of that other land.
À½¿ïÇÑ À½¾ÇÀÇ ¹°°á ¼Ó¿¡¼´Â ³ª´Â °áÄÚ, Àý´ë ÀÌÇØ ¸øÇØ¿ä.
³»°¡ ´Ù¸¥ ¼¼»óÀÇ ´õ ´ÞÄÞÇÑ ÇÕâÀ¸·Î ¹Ù²ã º¼ °Ô¿ä.
The Gods love Nubia,
the beautiful, the golden, the radiant, the fertile, the gentle and the blessed.
The pain of Nubia is only of the moment
the desolate, the suffering, the plundered, the oppressed.
½ÅµéÀº ¡®´©ºñ¾Æ¡¯¿Õ±¹À» »ç¶ûÇØ¿ä,
¾Æ¸§´Ù¿ò, Ȳ±Ý, Âù¶õÇÔ, ºñ¿ÁÇÔ, ¿Â¼øÇÔ, ±×¸®°í Ãູ¹ÞÀº ³ª¶ó, ´©ºñ¾Æ.
Áö±Ý ¡®´©ºñ¾Æ¡¯ÀÇ °íÅëÀº ¼ø°£ÀÏ »ÓÀÌÁÒ.
Ȳ·®ÇÏ°í °íÅ뽺·´°í ¾àÅ»´çÇÏ°í ¾ï¾Ð¹Þ´Â ¼ø°£.
Nehebka:
The Gods love Nubia,
their glorious creation, their songs roll sweetly across the harvest plain.
½ÅµéÀº ¡®´©ºñ¾Æ¡¯¿Õ±¹À» »ç¶ûÇØ¿ä,
±×µéÀÇ ¿µ±¤½º·¯¿î âÁ¶¹°À», °á½ÇÀÇ Æò¿øÀüü¸¦ ´ÞÄÞÇÏ°Ô ±ÁÀÌÄ¡´Â. ±×µéÀÇ ³ë·¡¸¦,
All:
The tears of Nubia, a passing aberration.
They wash into the river and are never cried again.
´©ºñ¾ÆÀÇ ´«¹°, ÀÏÅ»ÀÇ ÇÑ °úÁ¤À»
±×µéÀº °¹°·Î ¾Ä¾î³»°í ´Ù½Ã´Â ¿ïÁö ¾ÊÁö¿ä.
We have to keep believing, though scattered and divided.
We are still its heart, the fall of Nubia, ephemeral and fleeting.
The spirit always burning though the flesh is torn apart.
½ÅµéÀº ¡®´©ºñ¾Æ¡¯¿Õ±¹À» »ç¶ûÇØ¿ä.
Èð¾îÁö°í ºÐ¿µÉÁö ¾ðÁ¤ ¿ì¸®´Â °è¼Ó ¹Ï¾î¾ß ÇÕ´Ï´Ù.
¿ì¸®´Â ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ´©ºñ¾ÆÀÇ ½ÉÀåÀ̸ç ÀÌ ¸ô¶ôÀº µ¡¾øÀÌ Áö³ª´Â ÀϽÃÀûÀÎ °Å¶ó´Â °É.
À°Ã¼°¡ Âõ°Ü ³ª°¡µµ Á¤½ÅÀº Ç×»ó ºÒŸ°í ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù.
Take me in my dreams recurring, cheerful as a childhood dance
Into one more taste of freedom, one more longing backward glance.
¾î¸° ½ÃÀý ¹ß¶öÇÑ Ããó·³, ´Ù½Ã ¶° ¿À¸£´Â ³» ²Þ¼ÓÀ¸·Î ³¯ µ¥·Á ´Ù Áà¿ä.
ÇÑ ¹ø ´õ ÀÚÀ¯ÀÇ ¸ÀÀ» º¸°í, ÇÑ ¹ø ´õ °ú°Å¸¦ µÚµ¹¾Æº¸´Â °£ÀýÇÔÀ¸·Î,
The gods love Nubia,
the beautiful, the golden, the radiant, the fertile, the gentle and the blessed.
The pain of Nubia is only of the moment
the desolate, the suffering, the plundered, the oppressed.
½ÅµéÀº ¡®´©ºñ¾Æ¡¯¿Õ±¹À» »ç¶ûÇØ¿ä,
¾Æ¸§´Ù¿òµµ, Ȳ±Ýµµ, Âù¶õÇÔµµ, ºñ¿ÁÇÔµµ, ¿Â¼øÇÔµµ, ±×¸®°í Ãູ±îÁöµµ.
¡®´©ºñ¾Æ¡¯ÀÇ °íÅëÀº Ȳ·®ÇÏ°í °íÅ뽺·´°í ¾àÅ»´çÇÏ°í ¾ï¾Ð¹Þ´Â ¼ø°£¿¡ ºÒ°úÇØ¿ä.
The Gods love Nubia
The gods love Nubia.
We have to keep believing, though scattered and divided.
We are still its heart, the fall of Nubia, ephemeral and fleeting.
The spirit always burning though the flesh is torn apart.
½ÅµéÀº ¡®´©ºñ¾Æ¡¯¿Õ±¹À» »ç¶ûÇØ¿ä.
Èð¾îÁö°í ºÐ¿µÉÁö ¾ðÁ¤ ¿ì¸®´Â °è¼Ó ¹Ï¾î¾ß ÇÕ´Ï´Ù.
¿ì¸®´Â ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ´©ºñ¾ÆÀÇ ½ÉÀåÀ̸ç ÀÌ ¸ô¶ôÀº µ¡¾øÀÌ Áö³ª´Â ÀϽÃÀûÀÎ °Å¶ó´Â °É.
À°Ã¼°¡ Âõ°Ü ³ª°¡µµ Á¤½ÅÀº Ç×»ó ºÒŸ°í ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù.
My spirit will keep on burning, though the flesh, it's torn apart.
Take me in my dreams recurring one more longing backward glance.
³ªÀÇ ÀÌ Á¤½ÅÀº °è¼Ó Ÿ¿À¸¦ °Å¾ß, »ìÀÌ Âõ°Ü ¶³¾îÁ® ³ª°¡´õ¶óµµ.
´Ù½Ã ¶° ¿À¸£´Â ³» ²Þ¼ÓÀ¸·Î ³¯ µ¥·Á ´Ù Áà¿ä. ÇÑ ¹ø ´õ °ú°Å¸¦ µÚµ¹¾Æº¸´Â °£ÀýÇÔÀ¸·Î,
Songwriters: Elton John (m) / Tim Rice (l)
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