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Desert Rose - Sting

with์šฉ๊ด‘๋กœ 2018. 11. 30. 22:39
    I dream of rain ๋‚œ ๋น„๋ฅผ ๊ฟˆ๊ฟ” I dream of gardens in the desert sand ์‚ฌ๋ง‰ ๋ชจ๋ž˜ ๋ฒŒํŒ์—์„œ ํ‘ธ๋ฅด๋ฅธ ์ •์›์„ ๊ฟˆ๊ฟ” I wake in vain ๊นจ์–ด๋ณด๋ฉด ๋ถ€์งˆ์—†๋Š” ๊ฟˆ I dream of love as time runs through my hand ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ๋‚ด ์†์•„๊ท€๋ฅผ ๋น ์ ธ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š” ์‚ฌ์ด์—๋„ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์„ ๊ฟˆ๊ฟ” I dream of fire ๋‚œ ๋ถˆ์„ ๊ฟˆ๊ฟ” Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die ์˜์›ํžˆ ๋ฉˆ์ถ”์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๋‘ ์‹ฌ์žฅ์„ ๋ฌถ์–ด์ฃผ๋Š” ๊ฟˆ And near the flames ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ํƒ€์˜ค๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ทธ ๋ถˆ๊ธธ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด์„œ The shadows play in the shape of the man's desire ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ž๋“ค์ด ์ธ๊ฐ„์˜ ์š•๋ง์˜ ํ˜•ํƒœ๋กœ ์ถค์„ ์ถฐ This desert rose ์‚ฌ๋ง‰์— ํ•€ ์ด ์žฅ๋ฏธ Whose shadow bears the secret promise ๊ทธ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ž์—๋Š” ๋น„๋ฐ€์Šค๋Ÿฐ ์•ฝ์†์ด ์ˆจ๊ฒจ์ ธ ์žˆ์ง€ This desert flower ์‚ฌ๋ง‰์— ํ•€ ์ด ๊ฝƒ No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this ๊ทธ ์–ด๋–ค ํ–ฅ๊ธ‹ํ•œ ํ–ฅ๊ธฐ๋„ ์ด๋ณด๋‹ค ๋” ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋ฅผ ๊ดด๋กญํžˆ์ง„ ๋ชปํ•˜๋ฆฌ And now she turns ์ด์ œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์ด์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋ชธ์„ ๋Œ๋ ค This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams ๋‚ด ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฟˆ์˜ ๋…ผ๋ฆฌ ์†์— ์›€์ง์ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด This fire burns ์ด ๋ถˆ์€ ํ™œํ™œ ํƒ€์˜ค๋ฅด๊ณ  I realize that nothing's as it seems ๋‚œ ๊ทธ ์–ด๋–ค ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๊ฒ‰๋ณด๊ธฐ์™„ ๋‹ค๋ฅด๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๊นจ๋‹ซ๊ฒŒ ๋ผ I dream of rain ๋‚œ ๋น„๋ฅผ ๊ฟˆ๊ฟ” I dream of gardens in the desert sand ์‚ฌ๋ง‰ ๋ชจ๋ž˜ ๋ฒŒํŒ์—์„œ ํ‘ธ๋ฅด๋ฅธ ์ •์›์„ ๊ฟˆ๊ฟ” I wake in vain ๊นจ์–ด๋ณด๋ฉด ๋ถ€์งˆ์—†๋Š” ๊ฟˆ I dream of love as time runs through my hand ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ๋‚ด ์†์•„๊ท€๋ฅผ ๋น ์ ธ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š” ์ƒˆ์—๋„ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์„ ๊ฟˆ๊ฟ” I dream of rain ๋‚œ ๋น„๋ฅผ ๊ฟˆ๊ฟ” I lift my gaze to empty skies above ๋‚œ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋“ค์–ด ํ…… ๋นˆ ํ•˜๋Š˜์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ด I close my eyes ๋‚œ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ์–ด The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love ์ด ์ง„๊ธฐํ•œ ํ–ฅ๊ธฐ๋Š” ํ–ฅ๊ธ‹ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์˜ ๋ฌ˜์•ฝ I dream of rain ๋‚œ ๋น„๋ฅผ ๊ฟˆ๊ฟ” I dream of gardens in the desert sand ์‚ฌ๋ง‰ ๋ชจ๋ž˜ ๋ฒŒํŒ์—์„œ ํ‘ธ๋ฅด๋ฅธ ์ •์›์„ ๊ฟˆ๊ฟ” I wake in vain ๊นจ์–ด๋ณด๋ฉด ๋ถ€์งˆ์—†๋Š” ๊ฟˆ I dream of love as time runs through my hand ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ๋‚ด ์†์•„๊ท€๋ฅผ ๋น ์ ธ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š” ์ƒˆ์—๋„ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์„ ๊ฟˆ๊ฟ” Sweet desert rose ์‚ฌ๋ง‰์— ํ•€ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šด ์žฅ๋ฏธ Whose shadow bears the secret promise ์ˆจ๊ฒจ์ง„ ๋งˆ์Œ๋“ค๊ณผ ์˜ํ˜ผ๋“ค์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๊ธฐ์–ต์ด์ง€ This desert flower ์‚ฌ๋ง‰์— ํ•€ ์ด ๊ฝƒ No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this ๊ทธ ์–ด๋–ค ํ–ฅ๊ธ‹ํ•œ ํ–ฅ๊ธฐ๋„ ์ด๋ณด๋‹ค ๋” ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋ฅผ ๊ดด๋กญํžˆ์ง„ ๋ชปํ•˜๋ฆฌ Sweet desert rose ์‚ฌ๋ง‰์— ํ•€ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šด ์žฅ๋ฏธ This memory of hidden hearts and souls ์ˆจ๊ฒจ์ง„ ๋งˆ์Œ๋“ค๊ณผ ์˜ํ˜ผ๋“ค์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๊ธฐ์–ต์ด์ง€ This desert flower ์‚ฌ๋ง‰์— ํ•€ ์ด ๊ฝƒ This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love ์ด ์ง„๊ธฐํ•œ ํ–ฅ๊ธฐ๋Š” ํ–ฅ๊ธ‹ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์˜ ๋ฌ˜์•ฝ