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Early morning, a poor woman clutching the body of her child who died of hunger wails as she walks through the slum Look, there’s a witch!
Villagers who’ve realized the rich bought all the good bread pound the castle gates with sticks and rakes Look, there’s a riot!
After gathering and devouring all the beans in the field the hungry people break into the granaries of the rich Look, there’s a wolf!
The meek who work and worry, toil and cry The ones who cannot laugh as they like They’ve begun running Look, there’s a heretic!
The city’s gates are locked tight, outside it are the people The city’s gates are locked tight, outside it are the people
All of my friends are poor Think about this poverty for once Soon, it’ll have to do with you too This land must be shaken awake All of my friends are poor Think about this poverty for once Soon, it’ll have to do with you too This land must be shaken awake We are not worthless We are just the ones who bake your bread Make your wine and drink the dregs We cannot watch our children starve There is A Witch There is A Riot There is A Heretic There is A Wolf
This world is home to some important things and I’m well aware that doesn’t mean my stories I have questions, of course, and lots I want to know But I won’t ask, I’ve been taught not to I don’t want to look at myself or meet me halfway but I do feel sorry for myself, for sure, I’m pathetic When I look in the mirror I avoid looking at my face I just watch my toes wiggle, that’s how I’ve been living
That’s right, I don’t have anything to say Don’t want to listen to you or your advice Please stop, no more, I don’t have anything else to say That’s how it’s been, how I’ll continue to be
That’s right, I’m telling you I don’t want to I remember almost everyone I’ve met but there are lots of people I want to, had to forget More and more places I can’t step foot in, I’m getting used to it But why do you keep trying to strike up a conversation Why do you keep, why keep telling me to talk Please stop, no more, enough
That’s right, we’re still here Thinking and thinking and thinking still
That’s right, you’d be curious about that sort of thing What kind of stories get passed down in this world I bet you’re wondering what to say Wondering what kind of stories can be shared
That’s right, questions are where we begin Who told you so and why did you listen That’s right, that will become your story All the morsels and places and yearnings you’ve lived through Your stories will be heard again and again They had to be, they’ll continue to be
That’s right, you’re telling me you don’t want to That your stories are worthless and trifling That you don’t have anyone at your side, it’s the story of your life That’s right, you have to share those stories To experience those stories being shared and heard If you could meet yourself tomorrow How would you start the conversation?
That’s right, we’re still here Thinking and thinking and thinking some more
I’m not sure what use this has, what meaning But people say they enjoyed it, they felt joy, they shed tears “I’ve been listening to you” is how they say hello Even if we haven’t met, don’t meet, or it’s our first time meeting “I’ve been listening to you”
Have you been listening? When do you listen, for what reason? And who do you become in those moments? Are you listening? To this song that’s nothing but questions [Do you want to listen again? When will you listen, for what reason? And who will you become in those moments?
The emperor of the sea is gravely ill and can’t find a cure My friend Haemi recently got laparoscopic surgery And the emperor is told rabbit liver is his only hope Yuri’s dog Dahm fully recovered from cancer At the emperor’s behest, the turtle sets out to catch a rabbit And Handa who’s been all over the world snores beside me My good Sir Rabbit, it’s an honor to meet you How have you been, very well I assume Sir Turtle, I am puzzled by your assumption All my life I’ve been running or hiding, heart racing from fear Deep into the ocean the rabbit travels with the turtle And to the emperor awaiting its liver, it cleverly says Noona*, I wanna have fun before I have to go to the military Oh my, I would’ve brought my liver if you’d told me in advance
Some chase down the good life, some chase after love I’m well aware, I’m listening, I remember and know by heart Meaningful stories, I want to listen to and share I’ve been listening to you, I’m listening, I’m all ears [I’m not sure what use this has, what meaning But people say they enjoyed it, they felt joy, they shed tears] “I’ve been listening to you” is how they say hello Have you been listening, listening closely, all ears I’m all ears for you
- Noona: The way a younger brother or male friend addresses an older sister or female friend.
Again, we burst into tears as if someone had died At the Incheon Airport, and at Narita too So much for promising to be strong The whole way back, I couldn’t stop When will we meet again Since nothing is promised Today might be our last, so
My dear friends Let’s die together all at once Before our time comes Let’s beat fate to the finish
My time goes by And the way that time keeps going This generation too is passing After it’s all been said and done Will you get angry then? After it’s all been said and done Will you weep in sorrow then?
If we die all at once, there’s No need to work No need for money No need to cry No need to say goodbye No need to meet No need to write letters No need to send emails or read them either No need to hang ourselves No need to burn No need to drown No need to slit our wrists or swallow too many pills all at the same time ‘Cause we’ll meet utter destruction in one fell swoop Ah, how sweet Ah, how clean
I ate some pang I ate some pang and had some left over I drew the leftover pang Sat there looking at the drawing It was the only thing The best thing I’d seen all day The only thing I could say was good
Nothing but the pang Nothing but the pang Nothing but the pang Nothing but the pang Nothing but the pang
I ate some pang I ate some pang and drew the pang I hung the pang drawing on the wall Everyone came over to see the pang They looked at the pang as they talked They looked at the pang then went home The pang was sold at a certain price
On my way back I passed the noisy alley where fights break out Passed the bakeries, one after another When I got to the sixth I bought some pang, I picked out some pang At home I took the pang out of my bag The pang was there as is