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문문 ~ 물감

MoonMoon, “Paints”

 

“Paints” is the joint title track off of MoonMoon’s new mini LP, Paints. Ostensibly it shares this honor with “Angora,” which got a music video, but despite being the literal title track, “Paints” didn’t get a music video. That’s okay, though, I much prefer “Paints” over “Angora” and so it got translated first.

 

As MoonMoon said in the album introduction, it’s a tender, personal story that speaks quietly to its listeners. He paints different parts of his life with the colors he felt at that age. It’s interesting because he mentions not having a mother here, and in “Poo Ooq” he only mentions his father and sister, so it seems like MoonMoon’s family really didn’t adhere to the standard Korean nuclear family. Major props for bringing that up when it’s so uncommon here.

 

 

한국어:

 

내 목에 줄 세 개

내가 살아온 그때에 느낀 색깔

두고두고 담아왔던 생각 위로

풀었지 빈틈도 없이 가득

파란 빨간 초록 물감으로

 

엄마는 남이었지

불러본 적도 없이

편안할 맘이 없어

불편했던 아이였지

 

그 흔한 조명 없이

밝았던 아이였지

대부분 열이 붙던

내 나인 파랑이었지

 

내 목에 줄 세 개

내가 살아온 그때에 느낀 색깔

두고두고 담아왔던 생각 위로

풀었지 빈틈도 없이 가득

파란 빨간 초록 물감으로

 

이별로 취해야지

저 별로 날아가지

하루를 별일 없이 사는 건

바보 같았지

 

낮에는 노랠 했지

밤에는 주정했지

뜨겁던 스물일곱

여름은 빨강이었지

 

내 목에 줄 세 개

내가 살아온 그때에 느낀 색깔

두고두고 담아왔던 생각 위로

풀었지 빈틈도 없이 가득

파란 빨간 초록 물감으로

 

밤을 걷지

그리운 일을 적지

좋아서 걷는 거고

불안해서 적는 거지

 

사실은 잘 모르지

어떻게 살아갈지

적당한 어른이고

아프면 작아지겠지

 

감았던 눈을 뜨면

남 은건 초록이겠지

 

내 목에 줄 세 개

내가 살아온

그때에 느낀 색깔

두고두고 담아왔던 생각

위로 풀었지 빈틈도 없이 가득

파란 빨간 초록 물감으로

 

 

English:

 

I’ll give three things to my throat:

the three colors I felt when I lived back then

[With blue, red, and green paints,

I brush them completely, without a crack,

over my thoughts that had been shut away for quite a while]

 

My mother was a stranger, you know

Without ever having called for her

my heart has never been at ease

I was an uneasy child, you know

 

Without any of that typical lighting,

I was a bright kid, you know

I was almost entirely feverish

That age was the color blue

 

I’ll give three things to my throat:

the three colors I felt when I lived back then

[With blue, red, and green paints,

I brush them completely, without a crack,

over my thoughts that had been shut away for quite a while]

 

I should get drunk off goodbyes

I fly among these stars

Living day to day without anything special

I was like a fool

 

I sang in the day

I got drunk at night

My hot summer at 27

was the color red

 

I’ll give three things to my throat:

the three colors I felt when I lived back then

[With blue, red, and green paints

I brush them completely, without a crack,

over my thoughts that had been shut away for quite a while]

 

I walk the night

I write down the things I long for

I walk because I like it, and

I write because I’m uneasy

 

Truthfully, I don’t really know

how I should go on living

I’m a decent adult (but)

I grow small when I hurt

 

If I open my closed eyes,

everything that remains ought to be green

 

I’ll give three things to my throat:

the three colors I felt when I lived back then

[With blue, red, and green paints

I brush them completely, without a crack,

over my thoughts that had been shut away for quite a while]

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