Time, Pink Floyd, 가사, 번역
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
지루한 하루를 만드는 순간들은 째깍째깍 흘러가
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
넌 쓸데없는 일을 하면서 시간을 아무렇게나 낭비하지
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
고향 땅 한 자락에서 이리저리 어슬렁대면서
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
누군가, 혹은 무엇인가가 가야 할 길을 알려 주길 기다려
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
햇살을 쬐며 누워 있는 것도, 집에서 비를 보고 있는 것도 지겨워
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
넌 젊고, 인생은 길며, 오늘도 죽여야 할 시간이 있지
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
그러다 어느 날, 10년이 가버렸다는 걸 알아차려
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
아무도 언제 달려야 할지 알려 주지 않았기에, 넌 출발 신호를 놓치고 만 거야
(기타 솔로)
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
그리고 넌 달리고 또 달려, 저 지는 해를 따라잡기 위해
Racing around to come up behind you again
계속해서 널 앞지르기 위해 또 달리고 있어
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
태양은 별로 달라진 게 없지만, 너는 더 늙었지
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death
숨은 더 가빠지고, 죽음에 하루 더 가까워지네
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
한 해는 갈수록 더 짧아져, 전혀 시간이 충분하지 않은 것 같아
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
계획들은 아예 없거나 반 페이지쯤 휘갈겨져 있지
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
조용한 절망 속에서 기다리는 게 영국의 방식이야
The time is gone, the song is over
시간은 갔고, 노래는 끝났어
Thought I'd something more to say
내가 할 말이 더 있다고 생각했는데
Home, home again
집으로, 집으로 돌아왔어
I like to be here when I can
될 수 있으면 여기 있는 게 좋아
And when I come home cold and tired
춥고 지친 채로 집에 올 때면
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
불가에서 내 몸을 녹이는 게 좋아
Far away across the field
저 멀리, 들판을 가로질러 가면
The tolling of the iron bell
쇠종의 울림이
Calls the faithful to their knees
신도들을 무릎 꿇리네
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
부드럽게 들리는 마법 주문을 듣기 위해
데이비드 길모어 : 일렉트릭 기타, 리드 보컬, 백킹 보컬
리처드 라이트 : 파피사 오르간, 월리처 일렉트릭 피아노, EMS VCS 3, 리드 보컬
로저 워터스 : EMS VCS 3, 베이스 기타
닉 메이슨 : 드럼, 로토탐
도리스 트로이, 레슬리 던컨, 베리 세인트존, 라이자 스트라이크 - 백킹 보컬
[Part I: Time]
[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1: David Gilmour]
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
[Chorus: Richard Wright]
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 2: David Gilmour]
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
[Chorus: Richard Wright]
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
[Part II: Breathe (In the Air) [Reprise]]
[Outro: David Gilmour]
Home, home again I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells
D Em D Em D Em D Em G D Em
Em G
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
D Em
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Em G
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
D Em
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Chorus:
C
Tired of lying in the sunshine,
G
staying home to watch the rain
C
You are young and life is long,
G
And there is time to kill today
C Bm
And then one day you find,
Ten years have got behind you
Am D
No one told you when to run.
You missed the starting gun
Em G D Em Em G D Em
Em G D Em Em G D Em
C G C G C Bm Am D
Em
And you run, and you run to catch up
G
With the sun, but it's sinking
D Em
Racing around to come up behind you again
Em
The sun is the same in a relative way,
G
But you're older
D Em
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death
Chorus:
C
Every year is getting shorter,
G
Never seem to find the time.
C
Plans that either come to naught,
G
Or half a page of scribbled lines.
C Bm
Hanging on in quiet desperation
is the English way.
Am
The time is gone, the song is over.
D#
Thought I'd something more to say.
Dm G Dm G
Dm G
Home, home again
Dm G
I like to be here when I can
Dm G
When I come home, cold and tired
Dm G
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
A#
Far away, across the field
Am
Tolling on the iron bell
D#
Calls the faithful to their knees
F C A# Am
To hear the softly spoken magic spell