Luyện nghe bài hát Nostalgia (향수)

뭐 어쩔 수 거지 여기서는
말이 제일 무의미하니
뜬구름 잡니 마니 문제에선 포기가 정답이란 거지
그니까 talk about the past ya
그니까 please about the past ya

크게 다를 건 없지 두고
안과 정하는 건 내 몫이니
바깥바람 좀 게 꿈이라고 치면
바꿀 수 있는 건 내 폭이니
여길 명하지
역으로 내게 바뀌라
난 밖이라

누군간 꿈꾼 적도 또 누구는 순종을 택한 것도
어찌 보면 최악 속 최선을 거니까
그게 최악 속이란 게 거지
뭐 딱 한 향수가 문제가 된 거지
딱 한 가지 문제가 된 거지

그래 향수가 문제가
지옥 같던 과거도 지나가면
추억이란 말로
색만 도는 장면이고 돌고 도는 날들인데
미쳐 도는 건 내가 됐지
대피로 같던 연남 철길이 그립단 건 나 필히

지금을 기억할만한
삐진 친구의 툭 입도
웃으며 쿨하게 넘길 것 같은데
아무리 후회밖에 더 남겠어
하루 와 불가피했던 피로
이제는 발 뻗고 잘 수 거 같은데
또 그래봐야 뻗을 수 건 내 빈 주먹밖에는 없겠어

난 무엇을 위해
대체 난 무엇을 위해
그게 행복을 위한 거라면 행해도 괜찮은가
난 무엇을 위해
대체 난 무엇을 행했던가

불행이 내게 행복이 될 때
어찌 휑했던가

아 나 알겠지
모두 실수를 반복하는 이유
피부로 느껴지지 기억하는 모든 게 illusion
우리가 타협하는
한순간 그 찰나의 이후
막무가내로 바뀌고
그 니가 일기 쓸 때
괜시리 적는 것과 비슷한 거지
누가 지 자서전에 침을 싶겠냐고

그러니 거지
과오는 덮겠다고
다 알면서 또 그리운 건 한계라고 부른다고
뻔히 다 알면서 또 그리우니 향수라고 부른다고
모두는 불운하고
여린 것을 감안하고도 용서가 안되니
그래 그걸 무릅쓰고 아니
뭐 다행히도 능력을 갖췄지
그걸 여기서 부른다고
우린 향기롭게

mwo eojjeol su geoji yeogiseoneun
mari jeil muuimihani
tteungureum mani haneun munjeeseon pogiga jeongdabiran geoji
geunikka please talk the past ya
please talk about the past ya

keuge dareul geon eopsji dugo
angwa bakkeul jeonghaneun nae moksini
bakkatbaram jom ssoeneun ge chimyeon
bakkul su issneun nae siyaui pogini
yeogil bakkira
yeogeuro naege myeonghaji
nan myeonghaji

nugungan talchureul kkumkkun jeokdo tto nuguneun sunjongeul taekhan
eojji choeak sok choeseoneul dahan geonikka
geuge choeak sogiran ge ttakhan
mwo ttak han gaji hyangsuga doen geoji
ttak han gaji hyangsuga munjega geoji

geurae hyangsuga dwaessji
jiok gwageodo maksang jinagamyeon
chueogiran mallo
jaesbit doneun jangmyeonigo dolgo doneun naldeurinde
michyeo doneun geon naega dwaessji
daepiro gatdeon yeonnam cheolgiri geuripdan geon na pilhi

jigeumeul gieokhalmanhan
ppijin tuk twieonaon ipdo
useumyeo kulhage neomgil geot gateunde
amuri haebwaya deo namgesseo
jichin wa bulgapihaessdeon piro
bal ppeotgo jal su isseul geo gateunde
tto geuraebwaya su issneun geon nae bin jumeokbakkeneun eopsgesseo

nan mueoseul haenghaneunga
daeche nan mueoseul wihae
haengbogeul wihan georamyeon ageul haenghaedo gwaenchanheunga
nan mueoseul haenghaessdeonga
nan mueoseul wihae haenghaessdeonga

nugungaui bulhaengi naege doel ttae
eojji geuri

a na ijeya
ttokgateun silsureul banbokhaneun iyu
ijeneun piburo neukkyeojiji gieokhaneun modeun ge
uriga iyu
geu chalnaui ihu gaksaegeun
jayuropji makmuganaero
geu gibuneun niga ilgi ttae
ippeuge jeokneun geosgwa biseushan geoji
nuga ji jaseojeone chimeul baetgo

geureoni hyangsuraneun
chakgageuro deopgessdago
ppeonhi da almyeonseo tto geon hangyerago bureundago
ppeonhi da tto geuriuni igeol hyangsurago bureundago
yeogi burunhago
yeorin geoseul gamanhagodo andoeni gathyeossji
geurae geuchiman mureupsseugo ani
mwo dahaenghido beotil gajchwossji
geugeol yeogiseo bureundago
urin sogassdago

TRANSLATION
Nothing I can do it
Here, the present is the most meaningless
When it comes to a cloud, the answer is
So talk about the past ya
So please about the past ya

There's nothing too about these bars
whether to be inside or outside is up to me
If my dream was to breathe in the air
The thing I can change is the size of my perspective
I'm saying that this is the outside
They command me to change it to the
I'm that this place is the outside

dream of escaping, some choose to obey
Maybe they're all just their best in the worst situation
It's perfect to say this is the
Just one thing, the homesickness is the
one thing, the homesickness is the problem

Yea, the is the problem
Even if your past was hell
It turns into a memory
They were ashen and gray days, turning and
But the only one who is going is me
for the Yeonnam railroad tracks that were like my emergency shelter
By all means, I'm reminiscing now
The pouting lips of my upset
Now I think I can laugh it and be cool
But no matter what, only remains
Tired days and inevitable
Now I like I could stretch out my legs and sleep well
But the thing I can stretch out now is my empty pocket

What I am doing this
What exactly am I this for?
If it's for happiness, is it to do evil?
did I do that for?
What exactly did I do for?

someone else's unhappiness became my happiness
I so empty

Now I
The everyone makes the same mistakes
Now I feel it with my skin, I remember everything, it's an
The we compromise
In one moment, every color becomes free
stubbornly
It's like when you write in your
You write good for no reason
Who want to spit on their own autobiography?
That's why they say
mistakes with misunderstandings
Everyone knows but they say your longing is your limit
Everyone knows obviously but because they long, they call it
Everyone here is
They think about it those who are soft-hearted
But they can't so they're trapped here
Yes but still endure
Thankfully they have the to endure
That's what they call nostalgia
We've been scentfully