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TOMORROW X TOGETHER - 네 번째 손가락 위타투 (Lonely Boy) (ne beonjjae songalag witatu) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх


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The tattoo on my ring finger

Lonely boy stayin' lonely
A farewell with regretful feeling
Lonely boy stayin' lonely
She ain't my one and only
 
I'm fumbling unreasonably, I'm the only one left here
You're not gone, even the traces left behind are lonely
I left a stamp with a sharp needle (Ayy)
Not just my fingers, but also my heart
 
Violently stab me deeply
Your words that dig into my skin are cruel
A mark was replaced where the ring sits
A tattoo called you on the fourth finger, yeah
 
Lonely boy stayin' lonely
An unchangeable story
Lonely boy stayin' lonely
A farewell with regretful feeling
 
I hate it, now I don't need it
Your traces that won't heal
Standing here alone
 
Lonely boy stayin' lonely
She ain't my one and only, one and only
Stayin' lonely, stayin' lonely, stayin' lonely
Lonely, stayin' lonely, stayin' lonely, stayin' lonely
 
We became one when we held hands
A half star was left alone
Tell me about the meaning ain't there
A doodle that lose it's meaning
 
Yeah, I was stupid
Why did you do that then? (Ooh)
I can't even remember anymore (Ooh)
I had to leave it alone (Ooh)
 
Lonely boy stayin' lonely
Memories that stayed by your side (Memories)
Lonely boy stayin' lonely (Yeah-eh)
What's left is a farewell
 
I hate it, now I don't need it
Your traces that won't heal
Standing here alone
 
Lonely boy stayin' lonely
She ain't my one and only, one and only
Stayin' lonely, stayin' lonely, stayin' lonely
Lonely, stayin' lonely, stayin' lonely, stayin' lonely
 
Stayin' lonely, stayin' lonely, stayin' lonely
Stayin' lonely
 


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From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
 

What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
 


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Rain





Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
You slept, crying, swallowing blood
When the dawn was seen on the horizon
 

I never complaint about fate
Even if it turned my morning into evening
With this evening, it brought
My heart that was left away
 

Little by little, it rained
My heart shattered into little pieces
When it became morning againi
'Do you love me?' - I asked
 

You never asked for anything
You admired my eyebrows and eyes a thousand times
Stroking your black hair,
I lost myself this night
 

Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
Where do you go, swallowing blood?
Where would the dawn lead me?
 


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Sawah Lettuces





Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
The sawah lettuces has now been brought back home
 

In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
The girl's mother bought some while carrying a woven basket
The sawah lettuces are now ready to be cooked
 

Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
With two plates of rice and nasnaran, sitting on a divan
The sawah lettuce is eaten with rice
 


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The Little Bunch of Rushes





O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
 

I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
 

Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
 
  • 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.