I have often told you stories
about the way I lived the life
of a drifter waiting for the day
ÇϷ縦 ±â´Ù¸®´Â ¹æ¶ûÀÚÀÇ
»îÀ» »ì¾Ò´ø ³» Àλý¿¡ ´ëÇØ
´ç½Å²² ÀÚÁÖ ¾ê±âÇß¾úÁÒ
When I'd take your hand
and sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
"Come lay with me, love me"
And I would surely stay
³»°¡ ´ç½Å ¼ÕÀ» Àâ°í
³ë·¡¸¦ ºÒ·¯ÁÖ¸é
´ç½ÅÀº ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¸»ÇÒ Áöµµ ¸ð¸£ÁÒ
"³» °ç¿¡ ´©¿ö¼ ³¯ »ç¶ûÇØ ÁÖ¼¼¿ä"
±×·³ ³ ±â²¨ÀÌ ´ç½Å °ç¿¡ ¸Ó¹«¸£°Ú¾î¿ä
But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
echo in the distance like the sound
of a windmill going round
I guess I'll always be
a soldier of fortune
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ÀÌÁ¦ ³ªµµ ³ªÀÌ°¡ µé¾î°¡°í
³»°¡ Áñ°Ü ºÎ¸£´ø ³ë·¡´Â
µ¹¾Æ°¡´Â dzÂ÷ ¼Ò¸®Ã³·³
¸Ö¸®¼ ¸Þ¾Æ¸® Ä¡°í ÀÖ¾î¿ä
³ ¾Æ¹«·¡µµ
±ºÀÎÀÏ ¼ö¹Û¿¡ ¾ø³ª ºÁ¿ä
Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old when nights were cold
I wandered without you
³ ¿©ÇàÀ» ¸¹ÀÌ ´Ù´Ï¸ç
¹º°¡ »õ·Î¿î °ÍÀ» ã¾Æ ´Ù³æ¾î¿ä
³ªÀÌ°¡ µé¾î Ãß¿î ¹ãÀÌ Ã£¾Æ¿À¸é
´ç½ÅÀÌ ¾ø´Â ³ ¹æȲÇß¾úÁÒ
Those days I thought my eyes
had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here
±×·± ¶§¿¡ ³ ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¹Ù·Î °ç¿¡
¼ÀÖ´Â °É ³» ´«À¸·Î º» °Í °°¾Ò¾î¿ä
´«ÀÌ ¸Õ °Íó·³ È¥¶õ½º·¯¿üÁö¸¸
´ç½ÅÀº ¿©±â¿¡ ¾ø´Â°É¿ä
Now I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
echo in the distance like the sound
of a windmill going round
I guess I'll always be
a soldier of fortune
ÀÌÁ¦ ³ ³ªÀÌ°¡ µç °Í °°¾Æ¿ä
³»°¡ Áñ°Ü ºÎ¸£´ø ³ë·¡´Â
dzÂ÷ µ¹¾Æ°¡´Â ¼Ò¸®Ã³·³
¸Ö¸®¼ ¸Þ¾Æ¸® Ä¡°í ÀÖ¾î¿ä
³ ¾Æ¹«·¡µµ
±ºÀÎÀÏ ¼ö¹Û¿¡ ¾ø³ªºÁ¿ä
I can hear the sound
of a windmill going round
I guess I'll always be
a soldier of fortune
dzÂ÷ µ¹¾Æ°¡´Â
¼Ò¸®°¡ µé·Á¿ä
³ ´©°¡ ¹¹·¡µµ Ç×»ó
±ºÀÎÀÏ ¼ö¹Û¿¡ ¾ø°ÚÁö¿ä