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<¡ºStarry, Starry Night¡»(1889) - by Vincent Van Gogh>

 

 

 

 

Starry, starry night:

º°ÀÌ ¸¹Àº ¹ãÀÔ´Ï´Ù.


Paint your palette blue and gray.

ÆÄ·¿Æ®¿¡ ÆĶõ»ö°ú ȸ»öÀ» Ä¥Çϼ¼¿ä.


Look out on a summer's day

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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

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Shadows on the hills.

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Sketch the trees and the daffodils;

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Catch the breeze and the winter chills

¹Ìdz°ú °Ü¿ïÀÇ Âù °ø±âµµ È­Æø¿¡ ´ãÀ¸¼¼¿ä.

In colors on the snowy linen land.
´«Ã³·³ ÇϾá ĵ¹ö½º À§¿¡ »öÀ» ÀÔÈ÷¼¼¿ä.

 


Now I understand  What you tried to say to me,

´ç½ÅÀÌ ÀÌÁ¦ ¹«¾ó ¸»ÇÏ·Á Çß´ÂÁö ³ª´Â ÀÌÇØÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

And how you suffered for your sanity

´ç½ÅÀÇ ±¤±â·Î ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¾ó¸¶³ª °íÅë¹Þ¾Ò´ÂÁö

And how you tried to set them free.

±×¸®°í ¾ó¸¶³ª ÀÚÀ¯·Î¿ÍÁö·Á ³ë·ÂÇß´ÂÁö

They would not listen; they did not know how.

»ç¶÷µéÀº ¾ËÁöµµ ¸øÇß°í µéÀ¸·Á°í ÇÏÁöµµ ¾Ê¾ÒÁö¸¸

Perhaps they'll listen now.
¾Æ¸¶ ±×µéÀº ÀÌÁ¦´Â µè°í ÀÖÀ» °Å¿¹¿ä.


 


Starry, starry night:

º°ÀÌ ¸¹Àº ¹ãÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze;

À̱۰Ÿ®´Â µíÇÑ ²ÉµéÀÇ »öÀÌ ºÒ²É°°ÀÌ ¿©°ÜÁý´Ï´Ù.

Swirling clouds in violet haze

º¸¶ùºû ¿¬¹« ¼Ó¿¡ ¼Ò¿ëµ¹ÀÌ Ä¡´Â ±¸¸§µéÀº

 

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue. 
ºó¼¾Æ®ÀÇ Çª¸¥ ´«ºûÀ» ³ªÅ¸³»´Â °Í °°¾Æ¿ä.


Colors changing hue:

»öÁ¶¸¦ ¹Ù²Ù´Â ºû±òµé

Morning fields of amber grain,

Ȳ±Ý»öÀÇ ¾Æħ Æò¾ß

Weathered faces lined in pain

°íÅë ¼Ó¿¡ Âîµç ¾ó±¼Àº

 

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 
¿¹¼ú°¡ÀÇ »ç¶û½º·± ¼Õ±æ·Î ´Þ·¡Áö³×¿ä.



For they could not love you

»ç¶÷µéÀº ´ç½ÅÀ» »ç¶ûÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø¾úÁö¸¸

But still, your love was true.

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾ÆÁ÷µµ ´ç½ÅÀÇ »ç¶ûÀº Áø½ÇÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

And when no hope was left inside

³»ºÎ¿¡´Â ¾Æ¹« Èñ¸Áµµ ³²¾ÆÀÖÁö ¾ÊÀ» ¶§

On that starry, starry night

ÀÌ º°ÀÌ ºû³ª´Â ¹ã


You took your life as lovers often do. 

´ç½ÅÀº ¿¬ÀεéÀÌ Á¾Á¾ ±×·¯µí ÀÚ»ìÀ» ÅÃÇßÁÒ.


But I could've told you, Vincent:

±×Ä¡¸¸ ºó¼¾Æ®, ³­ ´ç½Å¿¡°Ô ¸»ÇØÁÙ°Å¿¹¿ä.


This world was never meant For one as beautiful as you. 
´ç½Å¿¡°Ô ¾î¶² ¼¼»óµµ ´ç½Å¸¸Å­ ¾Æ¸§´äÁø ¾Ê¾Ò´Ù´Â°É...

 

 


Starry, starry night:

º°ÀÌ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î ¹ã


Portraits hung in empty halls:

´ç½ÅÀÇ ÃÊ»óÀÌ ºó º®¿¡ °É·ÁÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù.


Frameless heads on nameless walls

Ʋµµ ¾øÀÌ À̸§µµ ¾ø´Â º®¿¡

 

With eyes that watch the world

 ¼¼»óÀ» ¹Ù¶óº¸´Â ´«À» °¡Áøä·Î...

 and can't forget;

±×¸®°í ÀØÀ» ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾î¿ä.

 

Like the strangers that youve met:

 ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¸¸³ª¿Ô´ø À̹æÀÎó·³ 


The ragged men in ragged clothes.

´©ÃßÇÑ ¿ÊÀ» ÀÔÀº ´©ÃßÇÑ »ç¶÷À»

 

The silver thorn, a bloody rose

»õ»¡°£ Àå¹ÌÀÇ Àººû °¡½Ã

 

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 
¼ø¹éÀÇ ´«¿¡ ºÎ¼­Áö°í »óó¹ÞÀº

 

 


Now I think I know

ÀÌÁ¦¾ß ³ª´Â ÀÌÇØÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

 

What you tried to say to me,

´ç½ÅÀÌ ÀÌÁ¦ ¹«¾ó ¸»ÇÏ·Á Çß´ÂÁö


And how you suffered for your sanity

´ç½ÅÀÇ ±¤±â·Î ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¾ó¸¶³ª °íÅë¹Þ¾Ò´ÂÁö


And how you tried to set them free.

 ±×¸®°í ¾ó¸¶³ª ÀÚÀ¯·Î¿ÍÁö·Á ³ë·ÂÇß´ÂÁö


They would not listen; they're not listening still.

»ç¶÷µéÀº ¾ËÁöµµ ¸øÇß°í µéÀ¸·Á°í ÇÏÁöµµ ¾Ê¾ÒÁö¸¸

Perhaps they never will.
¾Æ¸¶ ±×µéÀº ÀÌÁ¦´Â µè°í ÀÖÀ» °Å¿¹¿ä.


 

 

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