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The River of Dreams - Billy Joel
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To a river so deep.
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½Å³äÀÇ »ê¿¡¼ ½ÃÀÛÇÏ¿©
° ±í¼÷ÇÑ °÷À¸·Î
I must be looking for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross
³ ¹«¾ð°¡¸¦ ã¾Æ¾ß¸¸ ÇØ
³»°¡ ÀÒ¾î¹ö¸° ¹º°¡ ½Å¼ºÇÑ °ÍÀ»
Ç㳪 ±× °Àº ³Ê¹« ³Ð°í
°Ç´À±â¿¡´Â ³Ê¹« Èûµé¾î
And even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and
I stand on the shore
And try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out what
I've been looking for
ºñ·Ï ±× °ÀÌ ³Ð±â´Â ÇÏÁö¸¸
³ ¸ÅÀÏ ¹ã¸¶´Ù ÇØº¯¿¡ ¼¼
ÀúÆí ¾ð´öÀ¸·Î °Ç³Ê°¡·Á°í ÇØ,
±×·¡¼ °á±¹ ³»°¡ ãÀ¸·Á Çß´ø °ÍÀ»
ã°í¾ß ¸» °Å¾ß.
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
±íÀº ¹ãÁß¿¡
³ª´Â ²Þ±æÀ» °É¾î¼
µÎ·Á¿òÀÇ °è°îÀ» Áö³ª
° ±íÀº °÷À¸·Î °¥ °Å¾ß.
And I've been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I would never lose
Something somebody stole
³ª´Â ¹º°¡¸¦ ã°í ÀÖ¾ú¾î
³» ¿µÈ¥¿¡¼ ²¨³»¿Â
°áÄÚ ÀÒ¾î¹ö·Á¼´Â ¾È µÉ °ÍÀ»
´©±º°¡ ÈÉÃİ¡¹ö¸° ¾î¶² °ÍÀ»
I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and
I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is that
I've been looking for
¿Ö ³»°¡ ¹ãÁß¿¡ °¡¾ß¸¸ ÇÏ´ÂÁö ¸ð¸£°Ú¾î
Ç㳪 Áö±ÝÀº ÁöÃļ
´õ ÀÌ»ó °È°í ½ÍÁö ¾Ê¾Æ.
³» ÀλýÀÇ ³ª¸ÓÁö¸¦ ÇãºñÇÏÁö ¾Ê±â¸¦ ¹Ù·¡,
³»°¡ ã°í ÀÖ´ø °ÍÀÌ ¹«¾ùÀ̾ú´ÂÁö
¾Ë¾Æ³¾ ¶§±îÁö´Â..
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To a river so deep
±íÀº ¹ãÁß¿¡
³ª´Â ²Þ±æÀ» °É¾î¼
ÀǽÉÀÇ ¹Ð¸²À» Áö³ª
° ±íÀº °÷À¸·Î °¥ °Å¾ß.
I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night
³»°¡ ¹«¾ùÀ» ã°í ÀÖ´ÂÁö ³¾Ë¾Æ
±× ¾î¶² °áÁ¤ÁþÁö ¾ÊÀº ¹Ù·Î ±×·± °Í
´ÜÁö ÇÑ ¹ãÁß¿¡ ´«¸Õ »ç¶÷¿¡°Ô³ª º¸ÀÌ´Â
±×·± °ÍÀÌÁö.
I'm not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire,
I wade into the river
That runs to a promised land
³» ¾ÕÀ¸·ÎÀÇ Àλý¿¡ ´ëÇØ¼´Â È®½ÅÀÌ ¾ø¾î
½Å¸¸Àº ³»°¡ ºÒ·Î ¼¼·Ê¸¦ ¹Þ¾Æ¼
Á¤ÈµÈ »ç¶÷ÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¶õ °É ¾Ë °Å¾ß.
¾à¼ÓµÈ ¶¥À¸·Î È帣´Â
±× °¼ÓÀ¸·Î ³ª´Â °É¾î µé¾î°£´Ù.
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth
To a river so deep.
±íÀº ¹ãÁß¿¡
³ª´Â ²Þ±æÀ» °É¾î¼
Áø½ÇÀÇ »ç¸·À» Áö³ª
° ±íÀº °÷À¸·Î °¥ °Å¾ß.
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams.
¿ì¸®´Â ¸ðµÎ ´ë¾ç¿¡¼ ³¡ÀÌ ³¯ °Å¾ß.
¿ì¸®´Â ¸ðµÎ ÀÛÀº ½Ã³Á¹°·Î ½ÃÀ۵ǾúÁö,
¿ì¸®´Â ¸ðµÎ ²ÞÀÇ °À» µû¶ó¼
¶°³»·Á¿ÔÁö,
(¹ø¿ª: ºñÀü)
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