Paroles et traduction Loco - A.O.M.G.

A.O.M.G.

All of my good days
All of my good days
All of my good days
All of my good days

All of my good days
All of my good days
All of my good days

All of my good days
All of my good days
All of my good days
All of my good days

내 삶은 탈색한 듯 노란색
머리 색깔도 따라 노랗게
2012년의 그 초라했던
날 기억하는 여러분들과의 공감대

모르는 척하지만 걔네는 전부 다 알고 있어
보이잖아 발바닥 밑에 공기 난 날고 있어
눈을 감고 같이 미래를 내다보고 있던
친구는 단지 로또 당첨번호 몇 개만을 알고 싶어 했고

난 일어났지 매일 새까만 아침에
알코올로 가득 채운 술잔보단 아침에
그대로 방에 갇힌 채 흥얼거렸던 멜로디가
방문을 뚫고 무대로 뻗어 나갔으니까

누구는 여전히 못 믿어
우리도 가끔은 실감이 안 나는 현실 속
영화보다 더 지나친 다큐에 벙찌고
지금은 간지럽지도 않아
꼰대들의 손찌검

호랑이가 내 앞에
우리 엄마는 장 보러 C class
난 소변 볼 화장실을 고르고 있어 집에서
은행원이던 엄마를 명예퇴직에
이젠 고객이 한 명이라 세기 수월해진 지폐

밤을 하얗게 칠했으면 해 너도
시간이 지나도 그대로인 아침을 겪었어도
한 가닥 한 가닥 다 색이 배어있을 거고
비로소 빛을 보면 돼
그게 내가 말한 노란색의 정도

밤을 하얗게 칠했으면 해 너도
시간이 지나도 그대로인 아침을 겪었어도
한 가닥 한 가닥 다 색이 배어있을 거고
비로소 빛을 보면 돼
그게 내 노란색의 명도

Bleached

A.O.M.G.

All of my good days
All of my good days
All of my good days
All of my good days

All of my good days
All of my good days
All of my good days

All of my good days
All of my good days
All of my good days
All of my good days

My life seems discolored, like yellow
The color of my hair also yellowed
The empathy shared among us
You all remember that shabby time of 2012

I pretend not to know, but they all know it already
You can see the air leaking out from under my feet
My friend, who used to close their eyes and look into the future with me
only wanted to know a few winning lottery numbers

I woke up every day in the pitch-black morning
in a morning filled with alcohol rather than a full glass
The melody that I had been humming while locked in my room
broke through the door and stretched out onto the stage

Some still don't believe it
In a reality where sometimes even we find it hard to believe
Mute in the documentary that surpasses any movie
Their teasing is no longer bothersome
From the old fogeys

A tiger in front of me
My mother went to the market in a C class
I'm choosing which bathroom to use at home
My mother, who used to be a bank employee, is now honorably retired
Now that there's only one customer, counting money has become easier

I wish you would paint the night white
Even if you had to go through an unchanged morning
Every strand of hair would be filled with color
Then you'd finally see the light
That's the extent of the yellow I'm talking about

I wish you would paint the night white
Even if you had to go through an unchanged morning
Every strand of hair would be filled with color
Then you'd finally see the light
That's the brightness of my yellow

Bleached