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[English Lyrics Translation]

시간 여행하는 선비
The Time-Traveling Scholar
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달 그림자 밟으며 / 짚신 끝을 고쳐 묶고 / 옛 기침 묻은 갓 아래 / 별자리를 헤아리네
Stepping on the moon’s shadow,
I retie the ends of my straw shoes,
Beneath a hat stained with old coughs,
I count the constellations above.

한지 위에 떨린 붓끝 / 한 줄 시를 막 적는데 / 번쩍 창호지가 / 하얗게 갈라지네 (허이…)
On hanji paper, my trembling brush
Begins to write a single line of verse,
Then suddenly the paper window flashes,
Splitting white in a burst of light. (Heoi…)

시간 여행한 선비 /붓 들고 세월을 가르네 / 비단길 대신 유리길 / 수레 소리 대신 바람 소리
A time-traveling scholar,
brush in hand, divides the ages,
Glass roads instead of silk roads,
Wind instead of the sound of carriages.

내 호흡은 옛날인데 / 눈앞은 낯선 지금이라 / 한 자 한 획마다 / 두 시대가 흔들리네
My breath belongs to the past,
Yet my eyes face a foreign present,
With every stroke and every line,
two eras tremble as one.

쇠붙이 수레가 번개처럼 / 사람이 새처럼 날아다니고 / 짧은 글에 만리 소식 / 장터도 없이 손바닥에 뜨네
Metal carts race like lightning,
People fly as if they were birds,
In short lines of text, news travels a thousand miles,
Markets appear upon the palm without a stall.

솥뚜껑 같은 검은 창에 / 내 얼굴이 끊임없이 비치고 / 살풀이 장단 같던 삶이 / 이제는 쿵짝을 잃은 듯해 (허허…)
In a black window like a pot lid,
My face reflects without end,
A life once like a ritual rhythm
Now feels as if it has lost its beat. (Heoheo…)

시간 여행한 선비 /붓 들고 세월을 가르네 / 비단길 대신 유리길 / 수레 소리 대신 바람 소리
A time-traveling scholar,
brush in hand, divides the ages,
Glass roads instead of silk roads,
Wind instead of the sound of carriages.

내 호흡은 옛날인데 / 눈앞은 낯선 지금이라 / 한 자 한 획마다 / 두 시대가 흔들리네
My breath belongs to the past,
Yet my eyes face a foreign present,
With every stroke and every line,
two eras tremble as one.

이곳에도 시가 있을까 / 이곳에도 의가 남았을까 / 약속을 글로 지키던 때처럼 / 말 한 마디에 목숨을 거는가
Is there poetry in this place as well?
Does righteousness still remain here?
As in the days when promises were kept in writing,
Do words still carry the weight of one’s life?

내 붓은 먹 향기뿐인데 / 너희 손엔 빛이 흐르네 / 그래도 마음 깊은 곳의 떨림은 / 예나 지금이나 다를 게
있겠는가 (에헤야…)
My brush holds only the scent of ink,
While light flows through your hands,
Yet the trembling deep within the heart—
Could it truly be different, then or now? (Eheya…)

시간 여행한 선비 / 붓 들고 세월을 가르네 / 비단길 대신 유리길 / 수레 소리 대신 바람 소리
A time-traveling scholar,
brush in hand, divides the ages,
Glass roads instead of silk roads,
Wind instead of the sound of carriages.

내 호흡은 옛날인데 / 눈앞은 낯선 지금이라 / 한 자 한 획마다 두 시대가 흔들리네
My breath belongs to the past,
Yet my eyes face a foreign present,
With every stroke and every line, two eras tremble as one.