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El Lute - Boney M
This is the story of El Lute A man who was born to be hunted like a wild animal Because he was poor But he refused to accept his fate And today his honor has been restored
ÀÌ À̾߱â´Â °¡³ÇÏ°Ô Å¾ Áü½Âó·³ Âѱâ¸ç »ì¾Æ¾ß Çß´ø El LuteÀÇ À̾߱âÀÔ´Ï´Ù. ±×·¯³ª ±×´Â ±×ÀÇ ¿î¸íÀ» ¹Þ¾ÆµéÀ̱⸦ °ÅºÎÇß°í ¿À´Ã³¯ ±×ÀÇ ¸í¿¹´Â ȸº¹µÇ¾ú½À´Ï´Ù.
He was only nineteen And he was sentenced to die For something that somebody else did And blamed on El Lute Then they changed it to life And so he could escape From then on they chased him And searched for him day and night all over Spain But the search was in vain for El Lute
°Ü¿ì ¿¾ÆÈ© »ì¿¡ ±×´Â »çÇü¼±°í¸¦ ¹Þ¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù. ´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷ÀÌ ÇÑ Á˸¦ El Lute¿¡°Ô µÚÁý¾î¾º¿î °ÍÀÌÁÒ. ±×°ÍÀÌ Á¾½ÅÇüÀ¸·Î ¹Ù²î°í ³ª¼ ±×´Â µµ¸ÁÄ¥ ¼ö ÀÖ°Ô µÇ¾ú°í ±×¶§ºÎÅÍ ±×´Â Âѱâ´Â ½Å¼¼°¡ µÇ¾ú´ä´Ï´Ù. ±×µéÀº ¿Â ½ºÆäÀÎÀ» ´Ù µÚÁ³Áö¸¸ El Lute¸¦ ã´Â µ¥ ½ÇÆÐÇß´ä´Ï´Ù.
He had only seen the dark side of life The man they called El Lute And he wanted a home just like you and like me In a country where all would be free So he taught himself to read and to write It didn't help El Lute He was one who had dared to escape overnight They had to find El Lute
±×´Â »îÀÇ ¾îµÎ¿î ¸é¸¸À» º¸°í »ì¾Æ¾ß Çß½À´Ï´Ù. El Lute¶ó ºÒ¸®¿ü´ø ±× »ç¶÷Àº ´ç½ÅÀ̳ª ³ªÃ³·³ µû¶æÇÑ °¡Á¤À» °¡Áö°í ½Í¾î Çß½À´Ï´Ù. ¸ðµÎ°¡ ÀÚÀ¯¸¦ ´©¸®´Â ³ª¶ó¿¡¼ »ì°í ½Í¾î ÇßÁÒ. ±×·¡¼ ±×´Â Àбâ¿Í ¾²±â¸¦ È¥ÀÚ ¹è¿üÁö¸¸ µµ¿òÀÌ µÇÁö ¾Ê¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù. ±×´Â ¹ã»õµµ·Ï µµ¸Á ´Ù³à¾ß Çß°í ±×µéÀº ³¡±îÁö El Lute¸¦ ã¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù
Soon the fame of his name Spread like wild fire all over the land With a price on his head People still gave him bread And they gave him a hand For they knew he was right And his fight was their fight
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No one gave him a chance In the Spain of those days On the walls every place they had put up The face of El Lute And he robbed where he could just like once Robin Hood They finally caught him and That seemed the end But they caught him in vain Cause a change came for Spain And El Lute
¾Æ¹«µµ ±âȸ¿Í Èñ¸ÁÀ» °®±â Èûµé¾úÁÒ. ±× ´ç½Ã ½ºÆäÀο¡¼´Â ¹æ¹æ°î°î El LuteÀÇ ¾ó±¼ÀÌ º®¿¡ ºÙ¾î ÀÖ¾ú´ä´Ï´Ù. ±×¸®°í ±×´Â ·Îºó Èĵåó·³ µµµÏÁúÀ» Çß½À´Ï´Ù.. °á±¹ ±×µéÀº ±×¸¦ ºÙÀâ¾Ò°í ÀÌÁ¦ ±×°ÍÀÌ ¸¶Áö¸·Ã³·³ º¸¿´½À´Ï´Ù. ±×·¯³ª °á±¹ ºÙÀâÀº °Íµµ ¼Ò¿ëÀÌ ¾ø°Ô µÆ¾î¿ä. ½ºÆäÀο¡ º¯È°¡ ã¾Æ ¿Ô±â ¶§¹®ÀÔ´Ï´Ù.
He had only seen the dark side of life The man they called El Lute And he wanted a home just like you and like me In a country where all would be free And then freedom really came to his land And also to El Lute Now he walks in the light of a sunny new day The man they called El Lute
±×´Â ÀλýÀÇ ¾îµÎ¿î ¸é¸¸ º¸¸ç »ì¾Æ¿Ô¾î¿ä.. ±×µéÀº ±×¸¦ El Lute¶ó°í ºÒ·¶´ä´Ï´Ù. ´ç½ÅÀ̳ª ³ªÃ³·³ µû¶æÇÑ °¡Á¤À» °¡Áö°í ½Í¾î Çß°í ¸ðµç À̵éÀÌ ÀÚÀ¯¸¦ ´©¸®´Â ³ª¶ó¸¦ ¿øÇßÁÒ. ±×¸®°í °á±¹ ÀÌ ³ª¶ó¿£ ÀÚÀ¯°¡ ã¾Æ ¿Ô°í ÀÌÁ¦ ±×´Â »õ·Î¿î ±¤¸íÀÇ ³¯À» ¸Â¾Æ ´ç´çÈ÷ °É¾î°¥ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î¿ä. ±×µéÀº ±×¸¦ El Lute¶ó°í ºÒ·¶´ä´Ï´Ù.
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