Trīstis frēnum, Miser passio
폭풍이 밀려오고 검은 머릿결이 휘날리면
비밀의 가슴속에 숨겨진 그녀의 노래가 깨어난다
그녀의 검은 눈은 깊은 어둠보다 처연하고
메마른 머릿결은 수많은 사연을 바람에 흩날리네
춤을 춰라
웃어라
너를 위한 것은 처음부터 없었으니
가슴에 찬 핏물들과 두 손에 쥔 눈물들을
폭풍에 다 날려라
운명의 신조차도 등을 돌려버린 검은 자여
거칠은 폭풍만이 끝없는 영겁의 고독을 안아준다
침묵의 입술에는 슬픈 노래들이 말라가고
삼켜진 한숨 속엔 타버린 기구한 사연이 재가되네
춤을 춰라
웃어라
너를 위한 것은 처음부터 없었으니
가슴에 찬 핏물들과 두 손에 쥔 눈물들을
폭풍에 다 날려라
통곡하여라
절규하여라
그 눈물이 폭풍을 삼키게
비가 되어 퍼부어라
망각의 강물이 되리
Arrīdet laxae beāta fēstīvī
폭풍이 밀려오고 검은 머릿결이 휘날리면
비밀의 가슴속에 숨겨진 그녀의 노래가 깨어난다
Trīstis frēnum, Miser passio
pokpungi millyeoogo geomeun meorisgyeori hwinallimyeon
bimirui gaseumsoge sumgyeojin geunyeoui noraega kkaeeonanda
geunyeoui geomeun nuneun gipeun eodumboda cheoyeonhago
memareun meorisgyeoreun sumanheun sayeoneul barame heutnalline
chumeul chwora
useora
neoreul wihan geoseun cheoeumbuteo eopseosseuni
gaseume chan pismuldeulgwa du sone jwin nunmuldeureul
pokpunge da nallyeora
unmyeongui sinjochado deungeul dollyeobeorin geomeun jayeo
geochireun pokpungmani kkeuteopsneun yeonggeobui godogeul anajunda
chimmugui ipsureneun seulpeun noraedeuri mallagago
samkyeojin hansum sogen tabeorin giguhan sayeoni jaegadoene
chumeul chwora
useora
neoreul wihan geoseun cheoeumbuteo eopseosseuni
gaseume chan pismuldeulgwa du sone jwin nunmuldeureul
pokpunge da nallyeora
tonggokhayeora
jeolgyuhayeora
geu nunmuri pokpungeul samkige
biga doeeo peobueora
manggagui gangmuri doeri
Arrīdet laxae beāta fēstīvī
pokpungi millyeoogo geomeun meorisgyeori hwinallimyeon
bimirui gaseumsoge sumgyeojin geunyeoui noraega kkaeeonanda
Tristis frēnum, Miser passio
When the storm comes and the black hair flutters
Her song hidden in the secret heart awakens
Her black eyes are more pitiful than the deep darkness
With dry hair, many stories are blown away in the wind
dance
laugh
There was nothing for you from the beginning
Blood in my chest and tears in my hands
blow it all away in the storm
Black one, even the god of fate has turned its back
Only wild storms embrace endless loneliness
Sad songs are drying up on silent lips
Inside the swallowed sigh, a burnt out strange story becomes ashes
dance
laugh
There was nothing for you from the beginning
Blood in my chest and tears in my hands
blow it all away in the storm
weep
cry out
Let those tears swallow the storm
become rain and pour
I will become a river of oblivion
Arrīdet laxae beata fēstīvī
When the storm comes and the black hair flutters
Her song hidden in the secret heart awakens