Amor Fati (ft. Kim Jong Wan)

God doesn’t love me.

Na teoreonoheulge manha.

Gohaeseongsaneun eobtji.

Jaetteorina jwobwa.

Inhale. Exhale.

Yeongiboda 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 wanbyeokhi matneun jogak dul, dareun peojeul.

Sinseonghaji anheun 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 sunganeul 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 geotboda

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 unmyeong.

Myeongeul dahan inyeomdeullo yangnyeomchin guwon.

Al su eomneun mirae han jeom wihae

Heogijin hyeonjaeui sangeul geodeo

Chaneun manbyeongui geunwon.

It’s hell’s kitchen

Gakjaui dangoljibui saeppalgan ganpan arae moine.

Yeogiga wonjoramyeo ji immatman 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 sunganeul 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 kkeokkgo mokbareul jipge haneunga?

Heogijimyeon doksagwa ssipge haneunga?

Sone son daesin chong, kareul jwige haneunga?

Dangsindeureun kkaekkeutanga?

Meoljjeonghan nalgae kkeokkgo wae ttangeul gige haneunga?

Hyeoreul chago songarak jireul haneunga?

Joeeomneun janeun dol deonjyeodo doendaneun maringa?

Dol deonjineun geon joega aninga?

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