My father¡¯s eyes (¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«µ¿ÀÚ) Ã߾﹫´ë
- 2019/04/05 05:19
- http://blog.moneta.co.kr/simek/8347253/484997
Eric Clapton-(1998)
Sailing down behind the sun, waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain to restore my soul again.
ÅÂ¾ç ³Ñ¾î Ç×Çظ¦ Çϸé¼, ³» ¿ÕÀÚ°¡ ¿À±â¸¦ ±â´Ù¸®°í ÀÖ¾úÁÒ.
³» ¿µÈ¥À» ´Ù½Ã ¿ø·¡´ë·Î µÇµ¹¸®±â À§Çؼ. Ä¡À¯ÀÇ ºñ°¡ ¿À±æ ±âµµÇÏ¸é¼ ¸»ÀÌÁÒ.
Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here? What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise? How will I know him?
When I look in my father¡¯s eyes, my father¡¯s eyes.
When I look in my father¡¯s eyes, my father¡¯s eyes.
±×Àú ÇÇÇØ ´Ù´Ï´Â ¹Ù»Û ºÎ¶û¾Æ.
³»°¡ ¾î¶»°Ô ¿©±â ¿ÔÁö? ³»°¡ ¹«½¼ ÁþÀ» ÇÑ °Å¾ß?
³» ¸ðµç Èñ¸ÁÀº ¾ðÁ¦ »ý°Ü³¯±î? ³»°¡ ¾î¶»°Ô ±×¸¦ ¾Ë °Ô µÉ±î?
¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«µ¿ÀÚ¸¦ µé¿©´Ùº¸¸é, ¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«À» º¸¸é,
¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«µ¿ÀÚ¸¦ µé¿©´Ùº¸¸é, ¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«À» º¸¸é,
Then the light begins to shine and I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow, feel my heart start to overflow.
±×·¯¸é ºûÀÌ ³ª±â ½ÃÀÛÇÏ°í, ³ ±× ¿¾³¯ ÀÚÀå°¡ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µèÁÒ.
¹¦¸ñÀÌ ÀÚ¶ó´Â ¸ð½ÀÀ» ÁöÄѺ¼ ¶§, ³» °¡½¿ÀÌ ³ÑÃÄÈ帧ÀÌ ½ÃÀ۵Ǵ °É ´À³¢ÁÒ.
Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him? What do we play?
Bit by bit, I¡¯ve realized that¡¯s when I need them,
That¡¯s when I need my father¡¯s eyes, my father¡¯s eyes.
That¡¯s when I need my father¡¯s eyes, my father¡¯s eyes.
¾îµð¼ ±× ÇÒ ¸»À» ã¾Æ¾ß ÇÒ±î?
¾î¶»°Ô ±×¸¦ °¡¸£ÃÄ¾ß ÇÏÁÒ? ¿ì¸®°¡ ¹«½¼ ³îÀ̸¦ ÇÏÁÒ?
Á¶±Ý¾¿, ³ ¾Ë¾ÒÁÒ, ±×°ÍµéÀ» ÇÊ¿ä·Î ÇÏ´Â ¶§¶ó´Â °ÍÀ» ¸»ÀÌÁÒ.
±×¶§°¡ ¹Ù·Î ³»°¡ ¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«ÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇÑ ¶§ÁÒ. ¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«.
±×¶§°¡ ¹Ù·Î ³»°¡ ¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«ÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇÑ ¶§ÁÒ. ¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«.
(Interlude)
Then the jagged edge appears through the distant clouds of tears.
I¡¯m like a bridge that was washed away; my foundations were made of clay.
±×·¯¸é ¸Ö¸® ´«¹°±¸¸§ »çÀÌ·Î ¿ïÅüºÒÅüÇÑ À±°ûÀÌ ³ªÅ¸³ªÁÒ.
³ª´Â ¸¶Ä¡ ÈûÀ» ÀÒÀº ´Ù¸® °°ÁÒ. ³» Åä´ë´Â ÈëÀ¸·Î ¸¸µé¾îÁ³°Åµç¿ä.
As my soul slides down to die, how could I lose him? What did I try?
Bit by bit, I¡¯ve realized that he was here with me;
³» ¿µÈ¥ÀÌ Á×À½À¸·Î ¹Ì²ô·¯Á® ³»·Á°¡´Âµ¥, ¾î¶»°Ô ±×¸¦ ÀÒÁÒ? ¹«½¼ ³ë·ÂÀ» ÇÑ °ÅÁÒ?
Á¶±Ý¾¿, ¾Æ¹öÁö°¡ ³ª¿Í ÇÔ²² ¿©±â ÀÖ¾ú´Ù´Â °É ³ª´Â ¾Ë¾ÒÁÒ.
I looked into my father¡¯s eyes, my father¡¯s eyes.
I looked into my father¡¯s eyes, my father¡¯s eyes.
¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«µ¿ÀÚ¸¦ µé¿©´ÙºÃ¾î¿ä. ¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«µ¿ÀÚ¸¦.
¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«µ¿ÀÚ¸¦ µé¿©´ÙºÃ¾î¿ä. ¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ´«µ¿ÀÚ¸¦.
Songwriter: Eric Clapton
À½¾Çµè±â: http://mini.thinkpool.com/exim/1666799
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