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Critical Time

우리 엄마는 아직도
날보면 얘기해
하나뿐인 자식도 스무살 나이에
남들 다 가는 대학
못보낸게 한이래
앨범 4장 낸 아들
아직 눈에 밟힌대

그때 기타를 가르치지 말걸
즈그 애비 닮은
좋은 머리로 공부시킬걸
말씀하실때마다
같잖은 자존심에 얘기해
덕분에 취준생은
하이패스 했다고

자소서 단 한장도
쓸일 없게 하소서
평생 내 기도제목이고
이 전쟁 같은 음원시장 바닥에서
나 언젠가는 승리하게 하옵소서

금수저 물고 태어난 녀석들
한번도 부러워 한적없네
겁없이 말해
들어와 한꺼번에
요즘 이런말도 자신없네

한살한살 먹어도
동안인걸 믿었던
내 20대였는데
이제는 위로가 안돼

까만밤에 나홀로
한숨을 크게 내쉬고
괜히 탓하지 말아야지
아홉수 아홉수

꿈이란 불투명한 담보로
나 하나 바라보는 그대 눈에서
투명한 눈물만 수도 없이 빌렸지
언젠가 한번에 다 갚아야지 하며
회피하는 게 내 처신이였지

어느덧 서른 바로 문턱 앞에서
난 술에 취해
집에 불이 꺼지기만을
기다리고 있어
겨울 낙엽처럼 메마른
당신의 살결이
내가 쥐어 짠
눈물 때문인 것 같아
마주하기 힘들어

그래 힘들어
내가 변변찮아 힘들고
나 힘들어서 당신이 힘든 게
난 가장 힘들어
하지만 주저할 시간은 없지
삶이란 쓰나미는
절대로 얄짤이 없지

쓸려가다시피 가는 인생이지만
어쨌던 가고있고
곧 일어서 멋지게 서핑할거야
왜냐면 당신께서
날 위해 쏟은 눈물이
쓰나미에 맞서
파도를 일으킬테니까

한살한살 먹어도
동안인걸 믿었던
내 20대였는데
이제는 위로가 안돼

까만밤에 나홀로
한숨을 크게 내쉬고
괜히 탓하지 말아야지
아홉수 아홉수

이미 난 이미 난
이미 난 이미 난
이미 난 이미 난
이미 난 이미 난

이 길을 걸어가네
걱정은 그만해
날 도와주는 사람들이 더 많네
길을 가다가
내 노래가 흘러나와
그래 아직 안늦었나봐

스무살로부터 아홉해
요즘 모르는 사람들이
날 follow 해
어떤 이 들은 내가 만든
음악이 별로래
이런게 전부 다 즐거워
I will do that

한살한살 먹어도
동안인걸 믿었던
내 20대였는데
이제는 위로가 안돼

까만밤에 나홀로
한숨을 크게 내쉬고
괜히 탓하지 말아야지
아홉수 아홉수

Critical Time

My mother still
tells me
that her only son, at twenty years old,
couldn't go to college
like everyone else, and it's her biggest regret.
Her son who released 4 albums
is still a worry to her.

She says she shouldn't have taught me guitar,
that with my smart brain,
just like my father's, I should have studied.
Every time she says that,
my petty pride makes me tell her
that thanks to her, I got a free pass
on the job hunt.

May I never have to write
a single resume.
That's my lifelong prayer,
and in this war-like music market,
may I one day be victorious.

I've never envied those
born with silver spoons in their mouths.
I used to say it fearlessly,
"Bring it on, all at once,"
but these days, even that feels uncertain.

Year after year, I believed
I had a baby face,
that was my 20s.
But now, that doesn't comfort me anymore.

Alone in the dark night,
I let out a deep sigh.
I shouldn't blame anything,
it's just my late twenties.

With the opaque collateral of my dreams,
from your eyes, focused solely on me,
I've borrowed countless transparent tears.
Saying I'll pay it all back one day,
avoidance has been my way.

Now, standing at the threshold of thirty,
I get drunk,
just waiting for the lights to go out at home.
I'm waiting.
Your skin, dry like winter leaves,
your skin,
seems to be because of the tears
I've wrung out.
It's hard to face you.

Yes, it's hard.
It's hard because I'm inadequate,
and the fact that you're struggling because I'm struggling
is the hardest part.
But there's no time to hesitate.
The tsunami of life
shows no mercy.

Even though life feels like being swept away,
I'm still moving forward,
and soon I'll stand up and surf it gracefully.
Because the tears you've shed for me
will create the waves
to face the tsunami.
they will.

Year after year, I believed
I had a baby face,
that was my 20s.
But now, that doesn't comfort me anymore.

Alone in the dark night,
I let out a deep sigh.
I shouldn't blame anything,
it's just my late twenties.

I already am, I already am
I already am, I already am
I already am, I already am
I already am, I already am

Walking this path.
Stop worrying.
There are more people supporting me.
Walking down the street,
I hear my song playing.
Maybe I'm not too late after all.

Nine years since I was twenty,
strangers
follow me.
Some people say
my music isn't good.
I enjoy all of this.
I will do that.

Year after year, I believed
I had a baby face,
that was my 20s.
But now, that doesn't comfort me anymore.

Alone in the dark night,
I let out a deep sigh.
I shouldn't blame anything,
it's just my late twenties.