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Masters of Chant (¼º°¡ÀÇ ÁÖÀεé) Ã߾﹫´ë

Masters of Chant (¼º°¡ÀÇ ÁÖÀεé)

By Gregorian (1999)

 

Our hearts beating as one, we stand united.

One sound, one love, one song to the mighty.

Çϳª·Î ¶Ù´Â ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ½ÉÀå¿ì¸®´Â ÇÕÃÆÁö.

ÀüÁöÀü´ÉÇÑ ºÐ²² ¹ÙÄ¡´Â ÇϳªÀÇ ¼Ò¸®ÇϳªÀÇ »ç¶ûÇϳªÀÇ ³ë·¡.

 

Each note harmonized, Glory from on high,

One hope, one path written through the sky.

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ÇϳªÀÇ Èñ¸ÁÇϳªÀÇ ±æÇÏ´ÃÀ» ÅëÇؼ­ ¾Æ·Î»õ±ä °Å¾ß.

 

We're the masters of chant.

We are brothers in arms for we don't give up till time has come.

Will you guide us, God?

We are singing as one, we are masters of chant

¿ì¸®´Â ¼º°¡ÀÇ ÁÖÀÎÀÌÁÒ.

¿ì¸° Ç° ¼Ó¿¡ ÇüÁ¦µéÀÌÁÒ¶§°¡ ¿Ã ¶§±îÁö ¿ì¸° Æ÷±âÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀ¸´Ï±î¿ä.

ÁִԿ츱 ÀεµÇØ ÁֽðڽÀ´Ï±î?

¿ì¸®´Â ÇϳªµÇ¾î ³ë·¡ÇÏ·Á Çմϴٿ츮´Â ¼º°¡ÀÇ ÁÖÀÎÀÌÁÒ.

 

When the moon turns to dust in the mist and the cold,

You¡¯ll hear a song calling like a kiss from a rose,

like a diamond in blood, like a light in the dark.

We are masters of chant

´ÞÀÌ ¾È°³¿Í ÃßÀ§ ¼Ó¿¡ ¸ÕÁö·Î º¯Çϸé

´ç½ÅÀº Àå¹Ì°¡ ÁÖ´Â Å°½ºÃ³·³ ³ë·¡ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µè°Ô µÉ °Å¿¹¿ä.

Ç÷ÅëÀÇ ´ÙÀ̾Ƹóµåó·³¾îµÒ ¼Ó¿¡¼­ ºÒÀÌ ºÙÀº °Íó·³

¿ì¸®´Â ¼º°¡ÀÇ ÁÖÀÎÀÌÁÒ.

 

I am the sound, I am the promise

And I will never fear the darkness

I join the light for when they see us ride to glory.

And if we end or start the story, we will rise.

³ª´Â ¼Ò¸®¿ä³ª´Â ¾à¼ÓÀÌÁÒ.

±×¸®°í ³­ Àý´ë ¾îµÒÀ» µÎ·Á¿öÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀ» °Å¿¹¿ä.

³­ ºû¿¡ ÇÕ·ùÇÏÁÒ»ç¶÷µéÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ ¿µ±¤À» ÇâÇØ ´Þ¸®´Â °É º¸±â ¶§¹®ÀÌÁÒ.

±×¸®°í ¿ì¸®°¡ À̾߱⸦ ³¡³»°Å³ª ½ÃÀÛÇϸé¿ì¸®´Â ¼Ú¾Æ ¿À¸¦ °Å¿¹¿ä.

 

We¡¯re the masters of chant like a face in the crowd

When nothing else matters, we're standing proud

And our voice will command with the power of sound

We are masters of chant

¿ì¸®´Â ¼º°¡ÀÇ ÁÖÀÎÀÌÁÒ±ºÁß ¼Ó¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ÇÑ ¾ó±¼Ã³·³

´Ù¸¥ °Ç Áß¿äÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀ» ¶§¿ì¸° ÀÚ¶û½º·´°Ô ¼­ÀÖÀ» °Ì´Ï´Ù.

±×¸®°í ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®´Â ¼Ò¸®ÀÇ ÈûÀ¸·Î ¸í·ÉÇÏ°ÚÁÒ.

¿ì¸®´Â ¼º°¡ÀÇ ÁÖÀÎÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

 

Will you bring us to life take us out of the cold?

We¡¯ll find our way home in fields of gold.

In a world without end, through skies and sand.

´ç½ÅÀº ÃßÀ§¿¡¼­ ¹þ¾î³ª°Ô ¿ì¸®¸¦ »ì·ÁÁÙ ¼ö ÀÖ³ª¿ä?

¿ì¸° Ȳ±Ý ¹úÆÇÀÇ ÁýÀ¸·Î °¡´Â ±æÀ» ãÀ» °Å¿¹¿ä.

³¡ÀÌ ¾ø´Â ¼¼»ó¿¡¼­ Çϴðú ¸ð·¡ ¹úÆÇÀ» ÅëÇؼ­ ¸»ÀÌÁÒ.

 

Songwriters: Toni Pintos / Basti Inselmann / Frank Peterson / Amelia Brightman

 

À½¾Çµè±â: http://mini.thinkpool.com/exim/1676292 






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