If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
์ด๊ณผ ์ด์นผ์ด ํ๋ ๋์ด ํผ๊ฐ ํ๋ฅด๊ณ
Drying in the color of the evening sun
๊ทธ ํผ๊ฐ ์์๋น ์๋ ๋ง๋ผ๊ฐ๋ฉด
Tomorrowโs rain will wash the stains away
๋ด์ผ์ ๋น๋ ๊ทธ ์ผ๋ฃฉ์ ์ป์ด๋ด๊ฒ ์ง๋ง
But something in our minds will always stay
์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ง์ ์์ ๋ ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋จ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
Perhaps this final act was meant
์ด ๋ง์ง๋ง ์ฅ์ ์ด์ฉ๋ฉด
To clinch a life-timeโs argument
ํ์ ์ง์๋๋ ๋
ผ์์ ๋งค๋ญ์ง์์ง๋
That nothing comes from violence
ํญ๋ ฅ์ผ๋ก๋ ๊ทธ ๋ฌด์๋ ์ด๋ฃจ์ด์ง์ง ์์ผ๋ฉฐ
And nothing ever could
์ด๋ฃฐ ์๋ ์๋ค๋
For all those born beneath an angry star
์ฑ๋ ๋ณ ์๋ ํ์ด๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์ด๊ฐ
Lest we forget how fragile we are
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ผ๋ง๋ ์ฐ์ฝํ ์กด์ฌ์ธ์ง๋ฅผ ์์ง ์๋๋ก
On and on the rain will fall
๋น๋ ๊ณ์ํด์ ๋ด๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ์ง
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
๋ณ์ด ์๋ ๋๋ฌผ์ฒ๋ผ
On and on the rain will stay
๋น๋ ๊ณ์ํด์ ๋งํ๊ฒ ์ง
How fragile we are how fragile we are
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฐ์ฝํ ์กด์ฌ๋ผ๊ณ