빨간 나를 Holiday by The Black Skirts Lyrics
목이 마른데도 나는
내 침대를 떠날 수 없네
늦은 밤 콜택시에 태워 보낸
그녀의 젖은 향기 때문에
옷을 다시 고쳐입고
가만히 앉아 기다리지
이것이 뭔지 나는 아직 몰라
내 심장만 빠르게 뛰네
달력의 빨간날은 다
내 생일이라 하던 그녀
오늘은 마지막 선물이었나
강산이 반쯤 변할 동안
난 내 여자만 바라봤고
한눈을 팔 데 없이 아름다운
그 고운 미소 멀어질 때
그녀는 귀신같이 나를 찾네
영원히 남의 남자인 날
달라진 것은 아무것도 없고
같은 건 하나도 없네
사랑의 세례를 세번 입고
더러워질 데로 더러운 영혼
내 여자는 어딘가에서 울고
넌 내가 좋아하는 천박한
계집아이
이게 다 내가 지어낸 얘기라면은 좋겠네
그녀는 내게 아무도 아니여야만 하는데
차라리 날 욕하고 미워했으면 좋겠네
그럼 나 가진 상처 다 옮겨 줄 수도 있는데
TRANSLATION TO ENGLISH
Although my throat is dry I can't seem to leave my bed
Calling a taxi late at night to pick me up because of her wet scent
Fixing my clothes once again, quietly sitting and waiting
I still don’t know what this is, my heart alone is beating fast
Was today the last present from the girl who said every red day in the calendar was my birthday?
While the scenery was halfway through changing, I only looked at my girl
Without stealing a single glance at other beauty until her lovely smile goes far away
Like a ghost, that girl finds me
I'm forever someone else's man
Without anything that changed or a single thing that was the same
Was today the last present from the girl who said every red day in the calendar was my birthday?
Baptized in love three times
My dirty soul getting filthier
My girl is somewhere crying
You’re the vulgar girl that I like
I would have preferred if this was only a made up story
She wasn't meant to be anything to me
I'd rather you curse and hate me
So then all the wounds you received could be moved
내 침대를 떠날 수 없네
늦은 밤 콜택시에 태워 보낸
그녀의 젖은 향기 때문에
옷을 다시 고쳐입고
가만히 앉아 기다리지
이것이 뭔지 나는 아직 몰라
내 심장만 빠르게 뛰네
달력의 빨간날은 다
내 생일이라 하던 그녀
오늘은 마지막 선물이었나
강산이 반쯤 변할 동안
난 내 여자만 바라봤고
한눈을 팔 데 없이 아름다운
그 고운 미소 멀어질 때
그녀는 귀신같이 나를 찾네
영원히 남의 남자인 날
달라진 것은 아무것도 없고
같은 건 하나도 없네
사랑의 세례를 세번 입고
더러워질 데로 더러운 영혼
내 여자는 어딘가에서 울고
넌 내가 좋아하는 천박한
계집아이
이게 다 내가 지어낸 얘기라면은 좋겠네
그녀는 내게 아무도 아니여야만 하는데
차라리 날 욕하고 미워했으면 좋겠네
그럼 나 가진 상처 다 옮겨 줄 수도 있는데
TRANSLATION TO ENGLISH
Although my throat is dry I can't seem to leave my bed
Calling a taxi late at night to pick me up because of her wet scent
Fixing my clothes once again, quietly sitting and waiting
I still don’t know what this is, my heart alone is beating fast
Was today the last present from the girl who said every red day in the calendar was my birthday?
While the scenery was halfway through changing, I only looked at my girl
Without stealing a single glance at other beauty until her lovely smile goes far away
Like a ghost, that girl finds me
I'm forever someone else's man
Without anything that changed or a single thing that was the same
Was today the last present from the girl who said every red day in the calendar was my birthday?
Baptized in love three times
My dirty soul getting filthier
My girl is somewhere crying
You’re the vulgar girl that I like
I would have preferred if this was only a made up story
She wasn't meant to be anything to me
I'd rather you curse and hate me
So then all the wounds you received could be moved