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EPIK HIGH - AMOR FATI (Feat. Kim Jong Wan of NELL)

Romanization

God doesn‘t love me.
na teoreonoeulge mana.
gohaeseongsaneun eopji.
jaetteorina jwobwa.
Inhale. Exhale.
yeonggiboda yogi meonjeo nawa.
nae momgwa ibeul deoreophimyeon
hell,
jamsi ne saenggagi nalkka.
neon nae sumyeonje, nae kapein.
nae baireoseu, nae baeksin.
nae bible, nae chimdae mite
dirty magazine.
I‘m in trouble.
urin wambyeokhi matneun
jogak dul, dareun peojeul.
sinseonghaji aneun sesangi
sinseongsihaneun geotdeul.
They cannot change me.
Nothing can save me.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don‘t know
the way home.
nan nareul mideo.
nune boineun i sungganeul mideo.
i suljaneul mideo.
But they call me
a non-believer.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don‘t know
the way home.
nan nareul mideo.
sone goineun nae ttameul mideo.
nae simjangeul mideo.
sarangeul mideo.
But they call me a non-believer.

naege yageul paneun geopboda
keun ageun eomneun dabeul paneun geot.
geu dabeun naui geop,
mujiwa bulmaneul nakka
hoe tteo naege myeot baero
doepaneun namneun jangsa.
nallo meokji.
sungmyeong, samyeong ttin ummyeong.
myeongeul dahan inyeomdeullo
yangnyeomchin guwon.
al su eomneun mirae han jeom wihae
heogijin hyeonjaeui sangeul
geodeo chaneun mambyeongui geunwon.
It‘s hell‘s kitchen.
gakjaui danggoljibui
saeppalgan gampan arae moine.
yeogiga wonjoramyeo
ji immamman gojiphae.
paneun geon gateun doginde.
jeil museoun ge
gwasikhan aidieo.
dap hankkiman jieo jumyeon
sang dariga hwieo.
sutgaragi an jwieojil ttaekkaji
gunchim baetji.
maengsin, pireul bwaya pullil chegi.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don‘t know
the way home.
nan nareul mideo.
nune boineun i sungganeul mideo.
i suljaneul mideo.
But they call me
a non-believer.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don‘t know
the way home.
nan nareul mideo.
sone goineun nae ttameul mideo.
nae simjangeul mideo.
sarangeul mideo.
But they call me
a non-believer.

There‘s no way home.

meoljjeonghan dari kkeokgo
mokbareul jipge haneungga?
heogijimyeon doksagwa ssipge haneungga?
sone son daesin chong, kareul
jwige haneungga?
dangsindeureun kkaekkeuthangga?

meoljjeonghan nalgae kkeokgo
wae ttangeul gige haneungga?
hyeoreul chago songgarak jireul haneungga?
joeeomneun janeun dol deonjyeodo
doendaneun maringga?
dol deonjineun geon joega aningga?

Oh God.
He doesn‘t love me.
I know He doesn‘t love me.
Well, neither do I.
Neither do I.

We are others.

We are the others.

Hangeul

God doesn‘t love me.
나 털어놓을게 많아.
고해성사는 없지.
재떨이나 줘봐.
Inhale. Exhale.
연기보다 욕이 먼저 나와.
내 몸과 입을 더럽히면
hell,
잠시 네 생각이 날까.
넌 내 수면제, 내 카페인.
내 바이러스, 내 백신.
내 bible, 내 침대 밑에
dirty magazine.
I‘m in trouble.
우린 완벽히 맞는
조각 둘, 다른 퍼즐.
신성하지 않은 세상이
신성시하는 것들.
They cannot change me.
Nothing can save me.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don‘t know
the way home.
난 나를 믿어.
눈에 보이는 이 순간을 믿어.
이 술잔을 믿어.
But they call me
a non-believer.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don‘t know
the way home.
난 나를 믿어.
손에 고이는 내 땀을 믿어.
내 심장을 믿어.
사랑을 믿어.
But they call me a non-believer.

내게 약을 파는 것보다
큰 악은 없는 답을 파는 것.
그 답은 나의 겁,
무지와 불만을 낚아
회 떠 내게 몇 배로
되파는 남는 장사.
날로 먹지.
숙명, 사명 띤 운명.
명을 다한 이념들로
양념친 구원.
알 수 없는 미래 한 점 위해
허기진 현재의 상을
걷어 차는 만병의 근원.
It‘s hell‘s kitchen.
각자의 단골집의
새빨간 간판 아래 모이네.
여기가 원조라며
지 입맛만 고집해.
파는 건 같은 독인데.
제일 무서운 게
과식한 아이디어.
답 한끼만 지어 주면
상 다리가 휘어.
숟가락이 안 쥐어질 때까지
군침 뱉지.
맹신, 피를 봐야 풀릴 체기.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don‘t know
the way home.
난 나를 믿어.
눈에 보이는 이 순간을 믿어.
이 술잔을 믿어.
But they call me
a non-believer.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don‘t know
the way home.
난 나를 믿어.
손에 고이는 내 땀을 믿어.
내 심장을 믿어.
사랑을 믿어.
But they call me
a non-believer.

There‘s no way home.

멀쩡한 다리 꺾고
목발을 짚게 하는가?
허기지면 독사과 씹게 하는가?
손에 손 대신 총, 칼을
쥐게 하는가?
당신들은 깨끗한가?

멀쩡한 날개 꺾고
왜 땅을 기게 하는가?
혀를 차고 손가락 질을 하는가?
죄없는 자는 돌 던져도
된다는 말인가?
돌 던지는 건 죄가 아닌가?

Oh God.
He doesn‘t love me.
I know He doesn‘t love me.
Well, neither do I.
Neither do I.

We are others.

We are the others.