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One more cup of coffee - Bic Runga

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One more cup of coffee - Bic Runga (์ปคํ”ผ ํ•œ ์ž” ๋” - ๋น… ๋ฃฝ๊ฐ€) Your breath is sweet Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์ˆจ๊ฒฐ์€ ๋‹ฌ์ฝคํ•˜๊ตฐ์š”. ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ์€ ๋งˆ์น˜ ํ•˜๋Š˜์˜ ๋‘ ๋ณด์„ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”. Your back is straight your hair is smooth On the pillow where you lie ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๋“ฑ์€ ๊ณง๊ณ , ๋ฒ ๊ฐœ ์œ„ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ๊ฒฐ์€ ๋ณด๋“œ๋ผ์›Œ์š”. But I don't sense affection No gratitude or love ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚œ ์• ์ •๋„, ๊ฐ์‚ฌ๋‚˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘๋„ ๋Š๋‚„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด์š”. Your loyalty is not to me But to the stars above ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์ •์ ˆ์€ ๋‚  ํ–ฅํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ด ์•„๋‹Œ ์ € ์œ„์˜ ๋ณ„๋“ค์„ ์œ„ํ•œ ๊ฑฐ๊ตฐ์š”. One more cup of coffee for the road ์ € ๊ธธ์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ์ปคํ”ผ ํ•œ ์ž” ๋” ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”. One more cup of coffee 'fore I go. To the valley below. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ € ๊ณจ์งœ๊ธฐ ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ๊ฐ€์ ธ๊ฐˆ ์ปคํ”ผ ํ•œ ์ž”์„ ๋” ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”. Your daddy he's an outlaw And a wanderer by trade ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์•„๋ฒ„์ง€๋Š” ์ƒ๊ณ„๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ฒ”์ฃ„๋ฅผ ์ €์ง€๋ฅด๊ณ  ๋– ๋Œ์ฃ . He'll teach you how to pick and choose And how to throw the blade ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋‹น์‹ ์—๊ฒŒ ์นผ๋‚ ์„ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ง‘๊ณ  ๊ณ ๋ฅด๊ณ  ๋˜์งˆ์ง€ ๊ฐ€๋ฅด์น  ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. He oversees his kingdom So no stranger does intrude ๊ทธ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ค ์™ธ๋ถ€์ธ๋„ ์นจ๋ฒ”ํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๋„๋ก ๊ทธ์˜ ์™•๊ตญ์„ ๋‹ค์Šค๋ฆฌ๋Š”๊ตฐ์š”. His voice it trembles as he calls out For another plate of food. ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์š”๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ช…ํ•  ๋•Œ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ํ”๋“ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์š”. One more cup of coffee for the road ์ € ๊ธธ์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ์ปคํ”ผ ํ•œ ์ž” ๋” ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”. One more cup of coffee 'fore I go. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ € ๊ณจ์งœ๊ธฐ ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ๊ฐ€์ ธ๊ฐˆ To the valley below. ์ปคํ”ผ ํ•œ ์ž”์„ ๋” ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”. Your sister sees the future Like your mama and yourself ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์ž๋งค๋Š” ๋ฏธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ์ฝ์–ด์š”. ๋งˆ์น˜ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ์™€ ๋‹น์‹  ์ž์‹ ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ. You've never learned to read or write There's no books upon your shelf ๋‹น์‹ ์€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ฝ๊ณ  ์“ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ๋ฐฐ์šด ๋ฐ” ์—†์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋Œ€์˜ ์ฑ…๊ฝƒ์ด์—” ์ฑ… ํ•˜๋‚˜ ์—†๊ณ  And your pleasure knows no limits Your voice is like a meadowlark ๊ทธ๋Œ€์˜ ์พŒ๋ฝ์—๋Š” ๋์ด ์—†์–ด์š”. ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ข…๋‹ฌ์ƒˆ ๊ฐ™๊ตฐ์š”. But your heart is like an ocean Mysterious and dark. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋Œ€์˜ ์‹ฌ์žฅ์€ ์‹ ๋น„๋กญ๊ณ  ์–ด๋‘์šด ๋ฐ”๋‹ค์™€ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”. One more cup of coffee for the road ์ € ๊ธธ์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ์ปคํ”ผ ํ•œ ์ž” ๋” ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”. One more cup of coffee 'fore I go. To the valley below. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ € ๊ณจ์งœ๊ธฐ ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ๊ฐ€์ ธ๊ฐˆ ์ปคํ”ผ ํ•œ ์ž”์„ ๋” ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”.