Luyện nghe bài hát Nostalgia (향수)

뭐 어쩔 수 없는 거지
현재란 말이 무의미하니
뜬구름 잡니 마니 하는 문제에선 포기가 정답이란
그니까 please about the past ya
그니까 please about the past ya

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

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

그래 문제가 됐지
지옥 같던 막상 지나가면
추억이란 말로
색만 잿빛 도는 장면이고 돌고 날들인데
미쳐 도는 건 정작 내가
비상 대피로 같던 철길이 그립단 건 나 필히

지금을 기억할만한
친구의 툭 튀어나온 입도
이제는 웃으며 쿨하게 넘길 것
해봐야 후회밖에 더 남겠어
지친 하루 와 불가피했던
이제는 발 잘 수 있을 거 같은데
또 그래봐야 뻗을 수 있는 건 내 빈 없겠어

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

누군가의 불행이 내게 될 때
어찌 그리

아 나 알겠지
모두 똑같은 반복하는 이유
이제는 피부로 느껴지지 모든 게 illusion
타협하는 이유
한순간 그 이후 각색은
자유롭지 바뀌고
그 기분은 일기 쓸 때
괜시리 이쁘게 적는 것과 거지
누가 지 자서전에 침을 뱉고

그러니 거지
착각으로 덮겠다고
뻔히 다 알면서 또 그리운 건 부른다고
뻔히 다 알면서 또 그리우니 이걸 향수라고
여기 모두는
여린 감안하고도 용서가 안되니 갇혔지
그래 그걸 무릅쓰고 아니
뭐 버틸 능력을 갖췄지
그걸 향수라고 부른다고
우린 향기롭게

mwo eojjeol su eopsneun yeogiseoneun
hyeonjaeran jeil muuimihani
tteungureum japni mani haneun munjeeseon jeongdabiran geoji
geunikka talk about the past ya
geunikka please talk the past ya

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

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

geurae munjega dwaessji
jiok gatdeon maksang jinagamyeon
mallo talbakkum
saekman jaesbit doneun jangmyeonigo doneun naldeurinde
michyeo doneun geon jeongjak naega
bisang daepiro gatdeon yeonnam cheolgiri geuripdan na pilhi

jigeumeul gieokhalmanhan
ppijin chinguui tuk ipdo
ijeneun kulhage neomgil geot gateunde
amuri huhoebakke deo namgesseo
jichin wa bulgapihaessdeon piro
ijeneun bal ppeotgo jal su geo gateunde
tto geuraebwaya ppeodeul su geon nae bin jumeokbakkeneun eopsgesseo

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

nugungaui bulhaengi naege haengbogi ttae
eojji geuri

a na algessji
ttokgateun silsureul banbokhaneun iyu
ijeneun piburo neukkyeojiji gieokhaneun modeun ge
uriga iyu
hansungan geu chalnaui ihu
jayuropji bakkwigo
geu gibuneun niga sseul ttae
gwaensiri ippeuge jeokneun biseushan geoji
nuga ji jaseojeone baetgo sipgessnyago

hyangsuraneun geoji
gwaoneun deopgessdago
ppeonhi da almyeonseo tto geuriun geon hangyerago
ppeonhi da tto geuriuni igeol hyangsurago bureundago
yeogi moduneun
yeorin geoseul gamanhagodo yongseoga andoeni
geurae geugeol mureupsseugo ani
mwo dahaenghido neungryeogeul gajchwossji
yeogiseo hyangsurago bureundago
urin hyanggiropge

ENGLISH
I can do about it
Here, the word present is the meaningless
When it comes to catching a cloud, the is
So please about the past ya
So talk about the past ya

There's too different about these bars
Choosing whether to be inside or is up to me
If my dream was to breathe in the air
The only thing I can is the size of my perspective
I'm saying that this place is the
They me to change it to the opposite
I'm saying this place is the outside

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

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

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

someone else's unhappiness became my happiness
I felt so

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