Thursday, January 23, 2020

Ha:tfelt [핫펠트] – Read Me [나란 책] (feat. Punchnello) – LYRICS |Rom|Han|Eng|

나란 책

naran chaek
“My Book

[SINGLE] “MEiNE”
2017.10.12

==================ROMANIZATION==================

pyeolcheo boyeojugo shipeo
kkokkok jeobeo sumgyeonoeun maeumi
jakku twieonaoryeogo hae
wae ireoke baboga dweneun geoya
ni ape seomyeon
 
geuge anira geureonikka joahae
geuge daya geureochiman
naran aen bogiboda bokjapaeseo
ilgeojumyeon joeul tende
 
modeun peijireul da pyeolcheoseo
gamchweo noatteon sangjareul yeoreoseo
yeoseot sal dongsaengi taeeonadeon ttaewa
yeoldu sal bunnoreul cheoeum baeun ttaewa
yeoldaseot namgyeojeottaneun duryeoumgwa
geurigo yeoryeodeol gaseum beokchatteon kkum
neon museun yaegil halkka
 
jamdeulji ma (a a a)
ilkeojweo (nasseoldago saenggakalkka)
gogael dolliji ma (a a a)
nareul bwajweo (bulssanghage boryeona)
 
neoege geonneneun han madiga
subaek gaji mal junge goreugo gollaseo
sumangaji mamdeuri eokigoseolkyeo
geunama gajang geureoldeutan hanaran geol alkka
 
neon yeoreoboryeogodo haji anchana (naraneun chaek)
deuryeodaboryeogodo haji anchana (naraneun chaek)
pyojiman hilkkeut bol ppunijana
ilgeojumyeon joeul tende
 
modeun peijireul da pyeolcheoseo
gamchweo noatteon sangjareul yeoreoseo
yeoseot sal ulgo itteon eorin eomma
yeoldu sal maeil mweonga buseojideon jib
yeoldaseot gwaenhi miweotteon ajeosshi
geurigo yeoryeodeol meolgeman neukkyeojeotteon kkum
neon museun yaegil halkka
 
neoneun nal ajik molla
gwaenchana dangyeonhan geonikka
budameun gatji ma shiltamyeon
dadado dwae ni mam ara
ilgeonaerigi shijakamyeon
kkeuchi eopgetjiman dan hana
niga arajweosseumyeon haneun geon
neoreul mannago nae peni saranan geoya
 
yeojeonhi eojireopji meonjiga subukane
oraenmane yeoreoboneun
chaek aneneun sangcheoga ssayeoinne
naneun neul byeonhaenneunde neowa
nae saenggagi uriga dwendaedo
baljagugeun jiweojijil anaseo
ingkeuga beonjin chaero namaitji
 
eommaga mani apatteon
godeunghakkyo shijeore nan
hal su inneun ge eopseoseo
geunyang banghan kyeone nareul
gadugo jinaesseo mameul jun ireul beorigo
sulgwa dambaeroman momeul chaeweoseo
geureoke shiganeun nareul ppalli gamadaetgo
gyeolmarin jul aratteon geuhae gyeoul neol mannatgo
i jariya nan geurae amu euimi eopttago
neukkiljido molla neon naege
sae jangeul sseul yonggireul jun geonde
mueondeul eojjeolkka
dashi hanbeon jeogeoboneun geoji Oh yeah
 
modeun peijireul da pyeolcheoseo
gamchweo noatteon sangjareul yeoreoseo
yeoseot sal dongsaengi taeeonadeon ttaewa
yeoldu sal bunnoreul cheoeum baeun ttaewa
yeoldaseot namgyeojeottaneun duryeoumgwa
geurigo yeoryeodeol gaseum beokchatteon kkum
neon museun yaegil halkka
 
jamdeulji ma
ilgeojweo (nasseoldago saenggakhlkka)
gogael dolliji ma
nareul bwajweo
 
 
==================HANGUL==================
 
펼쳐 보여주고 싶어
꼭꼭 접어 숨겨놓은 마음이
자꾸 튀어나오려고 해
왜 이렇게 바보가 되는 거야
니 앞에 서면
 
그게 아니라 그러니까 좋아해
그게 다야 그렇지만
나란 앤 보기보다 복잡해서
읽어주면 좋을 텐데
 
모든 페이지를 다 펼쳐서
감춰 놓았던 상자를 열어서
여섯 살 동생이 태어나던 때와
열두 살 분노를 처음 배운 때와
열다섯 남겨졌다는 두려움과
그리고 열여덟 가슴 벅찼던 꿈
넌 무슨 얘길 할까
 
잠들지 마 (아 아 아)
읽어줘 (낯설다고 생각할까)
고갤 돌리지 마 (아 아 아)
나를 봐줘 (불쌍하게 보려나)
 
너에게 건네는 한 마디가
수백 가지 말 중에 고르고 골라서
수만가지 맘들이 얽히고설켜
그나마 가장 그럴듯한 하나란 걸 알까
 
넌 열어보려고도 하지 않잖아 (나라는 책)
들여다보려고도 하지 않잖아 (나라는 책)
표지만 힐끗 볼 뿐이잖아
읽어주면 좋을 텐데
 
모든 페이지를 다 펼쳐서
감춰 놓았던 상자를 열어서
여섯 살 울고 있던 어린 엄마
열두 살 매일 뭔가 부서지던 집
열다섯 괜히 미웠던 아저씨
그리고 열여덟 멀게만 느껴졌던 꿈
넌 무슨 얘길 할까
 
너는 날 아직 몰라
괜찮아 당연한 거니까
부담은 갖지 마 싫다면
닫아도 돼 니 맘 알아
읽어내리기 시작하면
끝이 없겠지만 단 하나
니가 알아줬으면 하는 건
너를 만나고 내 펜이 살아난 거야
 
여전히 어지럽지 먼지가 수북하네
오랜만에 열어보는
책 안에는 상처가 쌓여있네
나는 늘 변했는데 너와
내 생각이 우리가 된대도
발자국은 지워지질 않아서
잉크가 번진 채로 남아있지
 
엄마가 많이 아팠던
고등학교 시절에 난
할 수 있는 게 없어서
그냥 방한 켠에 나를
가두고 지냈어 맘을 준 이를 버리고
술과 담배로만 몸을 채워서
그렇게 시간은 나를 빨리 감아댔고
결말인 줄 알았던 그해 겨울 널 만났고
이 자리야 난 그래 아무 의미 없다고
느낄지도 몰라 넌 내게
새 장을 쓸 용기를 준 건데
무언들 어쩔까
다시 한번 적어보는 거지 Oh yeah
 
모든 페이지를 다 펼쳐서
감춰 놓았던 상자를 열어서
여섯 살 동생이 태어나던 때와
열두 살 분노를 처음 배운 때와
열다섯 남겨졌다는 두려움과
그리고 열여덟 가슴 벅찼던 꿈
넌 무슨 얘길 할까
 
잠들지 마
읽어줘 (낯설다고 생각할까)
고갤 돌리지 마
나를 봐줘
 
 
==================ENGLISH==================
 
I want to show you
All my hidden feelings
They keep trying to pop out
Why am I being so stupid
Whenever I’m in front of you?
 
No, what I’m trying to say is, I like you
That’s it but
I’m more complicated than you think
It’d be nice if you could read me
 
I’ll show you all my pages
Open the desk that I’ve hidden
When my six years younger brother was born
When I first learned anger at age 12
The fear that remained since age 15
And the overwhelming dream of age 18
What will you tell me?
 
Don’t fall asleep
Read me (will you think it’s weird?)
Don’t turn your head
Look at me (will I seem pathetic)
 
The one word I said to you
Was out of hundreds of words that I picked from
Mixed with thousands of different feelings
And that one word was the best one, do you know?
 
You don’t even try, to open (my book)
You don’t even try, to look (at my book)
You’re only looking at the cover
I’d be nice if you could read me
 
I’ll show you all my pages
Open the desk that I’ve hidden
When my young mother was crying at age 6
When things kept breaking at my house at age 12
The man I hated for no reason at age 15
And the faraway dream of age 18
What will you tell me?
 
You still don’t know me
That’s okay, that’s how it’s supposed to be
Don’t feel pressured
If you don’t want to, you can close me
I know how you feel once you start reading
There’s no end but
There’s one thing I want you to know
After I met you, my pen came to life
 
It’s still messy and dusty
I haven’t opened it in a while
A lot of scars in my book
I’m always changing
Even if our thoughts become one
The footprints won’t erase
So they remain as ink blots
 
When my mom was really sick
When I was in high school
I couldn’t do anything so I just stayed in my room
I left those who gave me their hearts
Filled up my body with alcohol and cigarettes
Time wrapped around me quickly
I thought that year was the last for me
But that winter, I met you
And now I’m here
You might feel like it doesn’t mean much
But you gave me courage to write on a new page
What to do?
I’ll just start writing again
 
I’ll show you all my pages
Open the desk that I’ve hidden
When my six years younger brother was born
When I first learned anger at age 12
The fear that remained since age 15
And the overwhelming dream of age 18
What will you tell me?
 
Don’t fall asleep
Read me (will you think it’s weird?)
Don’t turn your head
Look at me

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