- Streets of Philadelphia / Bruce Springsteen -
I was bruised and battered ³ª´Â ¸ÛÀÌ µé°í »óÇÏ¿©
and I couldn't tell what I felt ±× ½ÉÁ¤Àº ¸»ÇÒ ¼öµµ ¾ø¾î¿ä
I was unrecognizable to myself ³ª ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ÀνÄÇÒ ¼ö ¾øÀ» Á¤µµ¿´ÁÒ
saw my reflection in a window â¿¡ ºñÄ£ ³» ¸ð½ÀÀ» º¸¾Ò¾î¿ä
I didn't know my own face ³» ¾ó±¼À» ¾Ë¾Æº¼ ¼ö ¾ø¾úÁÒ
Oh brother ¿À ÇüÁ¦¿©
are you gonna leave me wasting away »À¸¸ ³²¾Æ ¾²·¯Áöµµ·Ï ³ª¸¦ Çʶóµ¨ÇÇ¾Æ °Å¸®¿¡
On the streets of Philadelphia ³²°ÜµÑ °Ç°¡¿ä
I walked the avenue ³ª´Â °Å¸®¸¦ °É¾ú¾î¿ä
till my legs felt like stone ´Ù¸®°¡ »»»»ÇØÁú ¶§±îÁö
I heard ³ª´Â »ç¶óÁ®°¡´Â Ä£±¸µéÀÇ
the voices of friends vanished and gone ¸ñ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µé¾ú¾î¿ä
At night I could hear the blood ¹ãÀÌ µÇ¸é ³ª´Â ³ªÀÇ Á¤¸Æ¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ÇÇ°¡
in my veins ´õ·¯¿öÁö¸é¼ ºø¹°Ã³·³ Á¹Á¹°Å¸®´Â ¼Ò¸®¸¦
Just as Black and whispering as the rain µéÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ¾î¿ä
On the streets of Philadelphia Çʶóµ¨ÇÇ¾Æ °Å¸®¿¡¼
Ain't no angel gonna greet me ¾î¶² õ»çµµ ³»°Ô Àλ縦 ÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀ» °Å¿¹¿ä
It's just you and I my friend ´ç½Å°ú ³ª»ÓÀÌÁÒ ³ªÀÇ Ä£±¸
My clothes don't fit me no more ³» ¿ÊÀº ÀÌÁ¦ ´õ ÀÌ»ó ¸ÂÁö ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä
I walked a thousand miles ³ª´Â ¼öõ ¸¶ÀÏÀ» °É¾ú°í
Just to slip this skin ÇǺΰ¡ ±îÁ³¾î¿ä
The night has fallen, I'm lying awake ¹ãÀÌ Ã£¾Æ¿Ô°í ³ª´Â ±ú¾î ´©¿ö ÀÖ¾î¿ä
I can feel myself fading away ³ª´Â ³ª ÀÚ½ÅÀÌ ¼¼È÷ Á׾´Â °ÍÀ» ´À³¥ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î¿ä
So receive me brother ±×·¯´Ï ³ª¸¦ ¹Þ¾ÆÁà¿ä ÇüÁ¦¿©
with your faithless kiss ´ç½ÅÀÇ ºÎÁ¤ÇÑ Å°½º·Î
Or will we leave each other alone like this ±×·¸Áö ¾ÊÀ¸¸é ¿ì¸®´Â ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¼·Î¸¦ Ȧ·Î ³²°ÜµÑ °Å¿¹¿ä
On the streets of Philadelphia Çʶóµ¨ÇÇ¾Æ °Å¸®¿¡¼
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bruise Ÿ¹Ú»ó, Ÿ¹Ú»óÀ» ÀÔÈ÷´Ù, »óÇÏ°Ô ÇÏ´Ù.
batter ¿¬Å¸ÇÏ´Ù, ³Å¸ÇÏ´Ù, ³ÆøÇÏ°Ô ´Ù·ç¾î »óÇÏ°Ô ÇÏ´Ù.
waste away ¾ßÀ§°í ¼è¾àÇØÁö´Ù.
slip ¹Ì²ô·¯Áö´Ù, ¾¦ ¹þ±â´Ù, Ç®¾î³õ´Ù, ³õÄ¡´Ù.
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