Yesterday when I was Young - Roy Clark
Yesterday when I was young The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue I teased at life as if it were a foolish game The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame ³»°¡ Àþ¾úÀ» ¶§ ÀλýÀ̶õ ³» Çô ³¡¿¡ ´ê´Â ºø¹°¸¶Àú ´ÞÄÞÇÑ ¸À °°¾Ò´Âµ¥ ¾î¸®¼®Àº Àå³Ã³·³ ¾ÖÅ¿ü´ø Ã߾︸ÀÌ ¹ã ¹Ù¶÷¿¡ ³ªºÎ³¢´Â ÃкÒó·³ ¾Æ·Õ°Å¸®³×
The thousand dreams I dreamed the splendid things I planned I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day And only now I see how the years ran away ¼¼ÀÏ ¼ö ¾øÀÌ ¸¹Àº ²ÞÀ» ²Ù¾ú°í Àå´ëÇÑ °èȹÀ» ¼¼¿ü¾ú°Ç¸¸, ¾î¼·ª, È帣´Â ¸ð·¡Ã³·³ ³ª¾àÇÏ°Ô µÇ¾úÀ» »Ó Çѳ·ÀÇ ¹àÀº ºûÀ» ¸Ö¸®ÇÏ°í ȯ¶ôÀÇ ¹ã¸¸À» À§ÇØ »ì´ø ³ª Áö±Ý¿¡ ¿Í¼ »ý°¢ÇÏ´Ï ¼¼¿ù¸¸ µ¡¾øÀÌ Èê·¶³×
Yesterday when I was young So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see ³»°¡ Àþ¾úÀ» ¶§ ³¡µµ ¾øÀÌ ¸¶½Ã¸ç ³ë·¡Çϸç Áñ°å°í ¿ÀÁ÷ À¯È︸ÀÌ ÀλýÀÇ ÀüºÎÀÎ °ÍÀ¸·Î ¾Ë°í Áñ°åÁö ÇÏÁö¸¸ Áö±ÝÀº ³» ÇöȤµÈ ´«À¸·Î Â÷¸¶ º¼ ¼ö ¾ø´Â °íÅ븸ÀÌ ³²´Â °É
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out I never stopped to think what life was all about And every conversation I can now recall Concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all ½ÃÀý°ú ÀþÀ½Àº °á±¹ ±×·¸°Ôµµ »¡¸® º¸³»¹ö·ÈÀ¸´Ï ÀλýÀÌ ±×·± °ÍÀ̶õ »ý°¢À» ¶³Ä¥ ÁÙ ¸ð¸£°í ÀÌÁ¦ ¿Í¼ µÇµ¹·Á º¸·Á ¿Â°® ¸öºÎ¸²À» Ãĺ¸Áö¸¸ °á±¹Àº ³ª ÀڽŠ»Ó, ¾Æ¹«µµ ³²´Â °Ç ¾ø´À´Ï
Yesterday the moon was blue And every crazy day brought something new to do I used my magic age as if it were a wand And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond Áö³³¯ Ǫ¸¥ ´Þºûµû¶ó À¯ÈïÀ¸·Î Áö»õ´ø ³ª³¯µéÀÌ ³»°Ô´Â »õ·Î¿òµµ °¡Á®¿ÔÁö¸¸ Áö±Ý »ý°¢ÇÏ´Ï ²Þ¸¸°°¾Ò´ø ³» Áö³ ÀλýÀÌ ³¶ºñ¿Í ¹«ÀǹÌÇÑ °øÇãÀÇ ÇǾÈÀ» ¸Éµ¹°í ÀÖ³×
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died The friends I made all seemed ¼¶ÇÏ¿ì to drift away And only I am left on stage to end the play »ç¶û³îÀÌ¿¡¸¸ Á¤½ÅÀÌ ÆÈ·È°í ¿À¸¸ÇÏ°í ÀÚ¸¸½ÉÀ¸·Î °Åµå¸§ ÇÇ¿ì´ø ¿Á¤µµ ¾ÆÁÖ »¡¸® ½Ãµé¾îÁ³³× »ç±Í´ø Ä£±¸µéµµ ´Ùµé ¶°³ª°í ¸·³»¸° ¹«´ë¿¡ Ȧ·Î ³²Àº ¾µ¾µÇÔ¸¸ ³²¾Ò³×
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue The time has come for me to pay for yesterday when I was young ¼ö ¸¹Àº ³ë·¡°¡ ÀÖÁö¸¸ ºÎ¸¦ ¼ö ¾ø¾ú°í Çô ³¡¿¡ ¶³¾îÁö´Â ´«¹°Àº ÀÌÁ¦ ¾²µð¾²°Ô¸¸ ´À²¸Áö³× ³ª¿¡°Ô Áö±ÝÀº Áö³ ÀþÀº ½ÃÀýÀ» º¸»óÇØ¾ß ÇÒ ½Ã°£À̶ó³×
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