Fatalité

Chumeul chuneun chimasjaraginga
Toesaekhaeganeun geumbit haneuringa
Chalnaui han sunganman areumdaun geot
Geu junge hanaga baro
Sarang

Saebyeoge pin eunbit mokryeoninga
Nabiga beosgo tteonan heomuringa
Sesange modeun
Areumdaun geot jungeseodo
Gajang swipge sideuneun geot
Sarang

Patallite
Naneun neoreul ttara eodideun gari
Saejang soge gathyeo noraehadeon nareul
Kkeokkin nalgae pyeolchyeo darui
Eokkae wireul nalge hae
Ijen nuni meoreodo joha

Dathin changeul dudeurideon
Sonakbie kkumeseo kkaeeo
Jamgyeoissdeon geu jageun teumeul yeoreossne
Dodukcheoreom noraecheoreom
Neoui siga tago deureowa
Ijeneun gyeolko jeongwa gatji moshari

Patallite
Naneun neoreul ttara eodideun gari
Saejang soge gathyeo noraehadeon nareul
Kkeokkin nalgae pyeolchyeo darui
Eokkae wireul nalge hae
Ijen nuni meoreodo joha

Naega sumi meojeodo joha
Oraesdongan neoui ip soge
Mukkyeo issdeon geu eoneoro
Bamui chimmugi meojeul ttaekkaji
Naui moksori meojeul ttaekkaji

Patallite
Naneun neoreul ttara eodideun gari
Saejang soge gathyeo noraehadeon nareul
Kkeokkin nalgae pyeolchyeo darui
Eokkae wireul nalge hae
Ijen nuni meoreodo joha

Naega sumi meojeodo joha
Chumeul chuneun chimasjaraginga
Nabiga beosgo tteonan heomuringa
Chalnaui han sunganman areumdaun geos
Gajang swipge sideuneun geos
Sarang

Translation

Is it the hem of my skirt that is dancing?
Is it the bleached gold color of the sky?
Only momentary things are beautiful
Among those, there's love

Is it the silver magnolia that blooms at dawn?
Is it the shedded skin of the butterfly that has left?
Out of all the beautiful things in the world
The thing that most easily withers is love

fatalité fatalité
I will follow you anywhere
Me, who used to sing, trapped in a birdcage
I'll spread my broken wings
And fly on top of the moon's shoulders
I don't care if I grow blind now

I woke up from my dream
At the rain shower that knocked on my closed window
It opened the small crack that was locked
Like a robber, like a song
Your seed has entered
Now I can never be the same as before

fatalité fatalité
I will follow you anywhere
Me, who used to sing, trapped in a birdcage
I'll spread my broken wings
And fly on top of the moon's shoulders
I don't care if I grow blind now
I don't care if I stop breathing

For a long time
As a word that was tied inside your mouth
Until the silence of the night stops
Until my voice stops

fatalité fatalité
I will follow you anywhere
Me, who used to sing, trapped in a birdcage
I'll spread my broken wings
And fly on top of the moon's shoulders
I don't care if I grow blind now
I don't care if I stop breathing

Is it the hem of my skirt that is dancing?
Is it the bleached gold color of the sky?
Only momentary things are beautiful
The thing that most easily withers is love