GRIZABELLA:
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Daylight, see the dew on the sunflower
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»õº®! ÇØ¹Ù¶ó±â¿¡ ¸ÎÈù À̽½À» º¸¼¼¿ä
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And a rose that is fading
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½Ãµé¾î °¡´Â Àå¹Ì¸¦ º¸¼¼¿ä
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Roses wither away
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Àå¹Ì´Â ½Ãµé¾î °¡¿ä
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Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
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ÇØ¹Ù¶ó±âó·³ »õº®À» ÇâÇØ ¾ó±¼À» µ¹¸± ¼ö ÀÖ¾úÀ¸¸é ÁÁ°Ú¾î¿ä
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I am waiting for the day
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³ Çѳ·ÀÌ µÇ±â¸¦ ±â´Ù¸®ÁÒ
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SOLO:
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Now Old Deuteronomy, just before dawn
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ÀÚ µàÅͷγë¹Ì ¾î¸¥²²¼ µ¿ÀÌ Æ®±â Á÷Àü
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Through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife
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Ä® ¼Ò¸®¸¶Àúµµ µé¸± µíÇÑ Àû¸·À» ¶Õ°í
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Announces the cat who can now be reborn
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ÀÌÁ¦ ´Ù½Ã ž °í¾çÀ̰¡ ´©±ºÁö¸¦ ¹ßÇ¥ÇÑ´Ù³×
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And come back to a different jellicle life
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¶Ç ´Ù¸¥ Á©¸®Å¬ »îÀ¸·Î µ¹¾Æ°¥ °í¾çÀ̸¦
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GRIZABELLA:
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Memory, turn your face to the moonlight
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Ãß¾ï! ´ÞºûÀ» ºÁ¿ä
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Let your memory lead you
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Ãß¾ïÀÌ ´ç½ÅÀ» À̲ø¾î¿ä
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Open up, enter in
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¸¶À½À» ¿°í µé¾î°¡¼¼¿ä
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If you find there the meaning of what happiness is
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ÇູÀÇ Àǹ̸¦ ã°Ô µÈ´Ù¸é
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Then a new life will begin
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±× ¶§´Â »õ »îÀÌ ½ÃÀÛµÉ °Å¿¹¿ä
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Memory, all alone in the moonlight
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Ãß¾ï! ´Þºû ¾Æ·¡ Ȧ·Î
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I can smile at the old days
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Áö³ ³¯ »ý°¢¿¡ ¿ôÀ½ Áþ³×
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I was beautiful then
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±×¶§´Â ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿ü¾úÁö
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I remember the time I knew what happiness was
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ÇູÀÌ ¹«¾ðÁöµµ ¾Ë¾Ò¾úÁö
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Let the memory live again
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Ãß¾ïÀÌ¿© ´Ù½Ã Çѹø
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Burnt out ends of smokey days
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ÇÏ·ç°¡ ´Ù Ÿ¹ö¸° µÚ
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The stale cold smell of morning
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»ý±â¾ø´Â ¾ÆÄ§ÀÇ Âù °ø±â
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The streetlamp dies, another night is over
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°Å¸®ÀÇ µîºÒÀÌ ²¨Áö°í ¶Ç ´Ù¸¥ ¹ãÀÌ Áö³ª¸é
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Another day is dawning
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¶Ç ´Ù¸¥ ³¯ÀÌ ¹à¾Æ¿À³×
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Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
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»õº®! ÇØ°¡ ¶ß±â¸¦ ±â´Ù·Á¾ß ÇØ¿ä
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I must think of a new life
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»õ·Î¿î »îÀ» »ý°¢ÇØ¾ß ÇÏÁÒ
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And I mustn't give in
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Æ÷±âÇÏÁö ¾Ê°Ú¾î¿ä
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When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
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»õº®ÀÌ ¿À¸é ¿À´Ã¹ãµµ Ãß¾ïÀ¸·Î ³²°ÚÁÒ
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And a new day will begin
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±×¸®°í »õ ³¯ÀÌ ½ÃÀ۵ſä
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Sunlight, through the trees in the summer
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ÇÞºû, ¿©¸§ ³ª¹« »çÀÌ·Î ºñÃÄ¿ä
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Endless masquerading
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³¡¾ø´Â °¡À幫µµÈ¸
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Like a flower as the dawn is breaking
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²Éó·³, »õº®ÀÌ °¡´Â °Íó·³
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The memory is fading
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Ãß¾ïÀº Èñ¹ÌÇØÁ®¿ä
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Touch me, it's so easy to leave me
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³¯ Àâ¾Æ ÁÖ¼¼¿ä ¶°³ª´Â °Ç ³Ê¹« ½¬¿î ÀÏÀÌÁÒ
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All alone with the memory of my days in the sun
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Áö³³¯ÀÇ Ãß¾ï°ú ´õºÒ¾î Ȧ·Î ÅÂ¾ç¾Æ·¡
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If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is
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³¯ Àâ¾Æ Áشٸé ÇູÀÌ ¹«¾ðÁö ¾Ë°Ô µÉ °Å¿¹¿ä
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Look, a new day has begun
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º¸¼¼¿ä, »õ·Î¿î ³¯ÀÌ ½ÃÀ۵ƾî¿ä
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Memory (¹ÂÁöÄà "ijÃ÷")
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| London Philharmonic Orchestra and Singers |