When you & I were young, Maggie (¿ì¸®°¡ ¾î·ÈÀ» Àû¿¡) Ã߾﹫´ë
- 2018/05/14 09:35
- http://blog.moneta.co.kr/simek/8316359/484997
When you & I were young, Maggie (¿ì¸®°¡ ¾î·ÈÀ» Àû¿¡)
Sung by Tom Roush (1866)
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie,
to watch the scene below the creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie,
as we used to long ago.
³ª´Â ¿À´Ã ±× ¾ð´öÀ» µ¹¾Æ´Ù³æ¾î, ¸Å±â.
¿¾³¯¿¡ ±×·¨´ø °Íó·³ °³¿ï ¾Æ·¡ »ß°Æ°Å¸®´Â ³°Àº ¹°·¹¹æ¾Ñ°£ ±¤°æÀ» ¹Ù¶óº¸±â À§Çؼ, ¸Å±â.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie where first the daisies sprung
The creaking old mill is now still, Maggie since you and I were young.
¾ð´ö¿¡ µ¥ÀÌÁö ²ÉÀÌ Ã³À½ ÇǾ´ø ±× Ǫ¸¥ ½£Àº »ç¶óÁ³¾î, ¸Å±â,
¿ì¸®°¡ ¾î·ÈÀ» Àû ÀÌÈÄ·Î, »ß°Æ°Å¸®´ø ³°Àº ¹°·¹¹æ¾Æ´Â ÀÌÁ¦ °í¿äÇØÁ³¾î, ¸Å±â.
And now we are aged and gray, Maggie, and the trials of life nearly done.
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie when you and I were young.
ÀÌÁ¦ ¿ì¸®´Â ´Ä¾î ¸Ó¸®Ä«¶ôµµ Èñ²ýÈñ²ý ÇØÁ³¾î. ±×¸®°í ÀλýÀÇ ½Ã·Ãµµ °ÅÀÇ ³¡³µ¾î.
¿ì¸® ÀÌÁ¦ ¿ì¸®°¡ Àþ¾úÀ» ½ÃÀýÀÇ Áö³ ³¯µéÀ» ³ë·¡ÇغÁ, ¸Å±â.
A city so silent and lone, Maggie where the young and the gay and the best in polished white mansions of stone, Maggie, have each found a place of rest.
¾ÆÁÖ Á¶¿ëÇÏ°í °íµ¶ÇÑ µµ½Ã, ¸Å±â, ÀþÀ½°ú ÄèÈ°ÇÔÀÌ ÃÖ°í¿´´ø °÷.
±¤Ã¤°¡ ³ª´Â ÇÏ¾á µ¹·Î ÁöÀº ÀúÅÿ¡¼ °¢ÀÚ ÈÞ½ÄÀÇ Àå¼Ò¸¦ ã¾Æ³Â¾úÁö, ¸Å±â,
Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie,
and join in the songs that were sung for we sang as gay as they, Maggie, when you and I were young.
±× ÈÞ½ÄÀÇ Àå¼Ò´Â »õµéÀÌ ³î°ï Çß´ø °÷¿¡ Áö¾îÁ³¾úÁö, ¸Å±â.
±×¸®°í ¿ì¸®°¡ ÄèÈ°ÇÏ°Ô ºÒ·È´ø ³ë·¡µé ¼Ó¿¡¼ ¾î¿ï·ÈÁö, ¿ì¸®°¡ ¾î·ÈÀ» ½ÃÀýÀÇ ¸Å±â
And now we are aged and gray, Maggie, and the trials of life nearly done.
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie when you and I were young.
They say that I'm feeble with age, Maggie,
my steps are less sprightly than then,
my face is a well written page, Maggie, but time alone was the pen.
»ç¶÷µéÀº ³»°¡ ³ªÀ̸¦ ¸Ô¾î¼ Çã¾àÇÏ´Ù°íµé ¸»ÇØ. ¸Å±â,
³» ¹ß°ÉÀ½µµ ¿¹Àüº¸´Ü ´ú È°±âÂ÷°í,
³» ¾ó±¼Àº Àß ½áÁø Àλý»çÀÇ ÀåÀÌÁö, ¸Å±â. ÇÏÁö¸¸, ½Ã°£¸¸ÀÌ ¸¸µç ÀÛÇ°À̾ú¾î.
They say we are aged and gray, Maggie,
as sprays by the white breakers flung, but to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie, when you and I were young.
»ç¶÷µéÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ ´Ä¾î ¸Ó¸®Ä«¶ôÀÌ Èñ²ýÈñ²ýÇÏ´Ù°í ÇØ, ¸Å±â.
°©ÀÚ±â Æ¢¾î³ª¿Â Èò Â÷´Ü±â ¿·¿¡¼ ÀÜ °¡Áöó·³ ¸Å±â,
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³»°Ô´Â ´ç½ÅÀº ¿¹Àüó·³ ³»°Ô ¸Å·ÂÀûÀ̾ß, ¿ì¸®°¡ ¾î·ÈÀ» ½ÃÀýÀÇ ¸Å±â.
And now we are aged and gray, Maggie, and the trials of life nearly done.
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie when you and I were young.
Songwriters: J. Butterfield / George Johnson / Malcom Mills / Dan Russell
À½¾Çµè±â: http://mini.thinkpool.com/exim/1640117
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