잠자리의 집

상상은 여권이 필요없는 여행이다

칵스 ~ 0

The KOXX, “Zero”

 

I’m so thankful for this request, because honestly I had wanted to translate their entire EP pretty much since the instant it was released but I generally try to diversify my translations. But you can’t refuse the people!

Their set at Valley Rock this past weekend was EPIC, to put it lightly. It was absolutely my favorite performance of the entire weekend, although running into them multiple times over the course of the weekend certainly exacerbated my fangirling. Can’t wait to see them again, although I don’t know when that will be since they’re not playing at any of the remaining festivals I’ve bought tickets for.

칵스 valley rock

 

한국어:

 

피 흘리는 감촉 같은 수혈

시퍼렇게 멍든 채 오열

아픔은 병일까? 쉽게 낫지 않아

얼마쯤 됐을까? 어렴풋이 남아

 

고요한 파도 끝에 닿은 무인도

난 궁금해 내 손금에

그려진 지도 작은 보물 표시도

우주 한가운데 남겨진 채

텅 빌 내 공허함

 

몰아치는 아픔 덕에

모험심은 잃지 않아

따라가 내 저승사자

휘어진 그 낫을 뺏어

그어 볼까?

난 너의 퇴마사

 

이승과 저승 사이

전쟁이 일어나

 

폭발음 끝에 홀로 남을 비명에

적어 주게 내 자기애

모두 멈춰 내 숨소리만 들리네

우주 한가운데 남겨진 채

텅 빌 내 공허함

 

폭발음 끝에 홀로 남을 비명에

적어 주게 내 자기애

모두 멈춰 내 숨소리만 들리네

우주 한가운데 남겨진 채

텅 빌 내 공허함

 

 

English:

 

It feels like my blood flowing for a transfusion

Bruised black and blue, I sob

Is this pain a disease? It’s not easy to recover from

How far have I come? Only vagueness remains

 

There’s a deserted island touched by the ends of quiet waves

[I’m curious about the map that’s drawn

in the lines of my palm; does it show a small treasure?]

It’s left in the middle of space,

in my own emptiness

 

Thanks to this lashing pain,

I never lose my sense of adventure

My Grim Reaper follows after me

He pulls out that bent scythe

Will he slash me? I am your exorcist

 

Between this life and the next,

war arises

 

The single remaining scream left after the explosion

My narcissism takes a note of it

Everything is still, all I hear is the sound of my own breathing

It’s left in the middle of space,

in my own emptiness

 

The single remaining scream left after the explosion

My narcissism takes a note of it

Everything is still, all I hear is the sound of my own breathing

It’s left in the middle of space,

in my own emptiness

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