Alone on a hill,The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly stillBut nobody wants to know him,They can see that he's just a fool,And he never gives an answer,
¸ÅÀÏ ¸ÅÀÏ ¹Ùº¸°°Àº ¹Ì¼Ò¸¦ °¡Áø ³²ÀÚ°¡¾ð´öÀ§¿¡ Á¶¿ëÈ÷ ¼ÀÖÁÒ.ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾Æ¹«µµ ±×¸¦ ¾Ë°í ½Í¾î ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä.¸ðµÎµé ±×¸¦ ´ÜÁö ¹Ùº¸¶ó°í »ý°¢ÇÏÁÒ.±×¸®°í ±×´Â ¾Æ¹«·± ¸»µµ ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä. But the fool on the hill,Sees the sun going down,And the eyes in his head,See the world spinning 'round.
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾ð´öÀ§¿¡ ¹Ùº¸´ÂÇØ°¡ Áö´Â °É ¹Ù¶óº¸°í±×Àú ¼¼»óÀÌ µ¹¾Æ°¡´Â °É ¹Ù¶óº¸Áö¿ä. Well on the way,Head in a cloud,The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loudBut nobody ever hears him,or the sound he appears to make,and he never seems to notice,
±×´Â ±æ°¡¿¡ ¼¼ °ø»óÀ» ÇÏ°í ÀÖÁÒ.õ°³ÀÇ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®¸¦ °¡Áø ³²ÀÚ°¡Á¤¸»·Î Å©°Ô ¸»ÇÏ°í ÀÖÁÒ.ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾Æ¹«µµ ±×ÀÇ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®¿¡ ±Í¸¦ ±Í¿ïÀÌÁö ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä.±×¸®°í ±×´Â ÀüÇô »ó°üÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â°Íó·³ º¸ÀÌÁÒ. But the fool on the hill,Sees the sun going down,And the eyes in his head,See the world spinning 'round.
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾ð´öÀ§¿¡ ¹Ùº¸´ÂÇØ°¡ Áö´Â °É ¹Ù¶óº¸°í±×Àú ¼¼»óÀÌ µ¹¾Æ°¡´Â °É ¹Ù¶óº¸Áö¿ä. And nobody seems to like him,they can tell what he wants to do,and he never shows his feelings,
±×¸®°í ¾Æ¹«µµ ±×¸¦ ÁÁ¾ÆÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä.±×µéÀº ±×°¡ ¹» ¿øÇÏ´ÂÁö ¸»ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖÁÒ.±×´Â º° ¸»ÀÌ ¾ø¾î¿ä. But the fool on the hill,Sees the sun going down,And the eyes in his head,See the world spinning 'round.
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾ð´öÀ§¿¡ ¹Ùº¸´ÂÇØ°¡ Áö´Â °É ¹Ù¶óº¸°í±×Àú ¼¼»óÀÌ µ¹¾Æ°¡´Â °É ¹Ù¶óº¸Áö¿ä. Ooh, ooh,Round and round and round.
And he never listens to them,He knows that they're the foolsThey don't like him,
±×¸®°í ±×´Â ±×µéÀÇ ¸»À» µèÁö ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä±×´Â ±×µéÀÌ ¹Ùº¸¶ó´Â °É ¾Ë°í ÀÖÁÒ.±×µéÀº ±×¸¦ ÁÁ¾ÆÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä. The fool on the hillSees the sun going down,And the eyes in his head,See the world spinning 'round.
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾ð´öÀ§¿¡ ¹Ùº¸´ÂÇØ°¡ Áö´Â °É ¹Ù¶óº¸°í±×Àú ¼¼»óÀÌ µ¹¾Æ°¡´Â°É ¹Ù¶óº¸Áö¿ä. Ooh,Round and round and round *±Ý¹æÀÌ¶óµµ ºñ°¡ ¿Ã °Í °°Àº ³¯¾¾¿¡¿ä.
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