Текст и перевод песни DEEPFLOW feat. Kay-on & Chaboom - Cliché

Cliché

똑같은 나이에 똑같은 학교를 나와
똑같지 못한 삶에
넌 욕이 입 밖에 나와
쟤는 고등학교 때
너보다 등순 낮았지만
부모는 잘 만나 여권을 쥐고 날아
′난 언제 비행길 타보려나?'
쟤는 방학 때만 되면
여기를 왔다 돌아가
그래도 미리 군대를 간 건 네가 먼저
알고 보니 쟤는 원래 거기 시민권자
불공평함. 또 무력감
네 입버릇이돼 ′로또가 되면 모를까'
넌 30년을 채점 받고 직장을 얻어
그 친구는 귀국해
강남 어느 커피숍 Owner
불공평함. 또 무력감
일요일마다 손 모으고 되물어봐
제게 평범한 삶은 언제쯤 오냐고
그 새끼와 내 거리는 얼마나 머냐고
불공평함. 또 무력감
그렇게 젊음이 저물어가
허공에 욕을 하며 소주잔에 키스해
삼류소설 같은 인생
삼류소설 같은 인생
왜? 누구 얘기랑 좀 비슷해?
수많은 작가들의 똑같은 필체
하품 나지 Your life is a cliche

Your life is a cliche
Your life is a cliche
삼류소설 같은 인생
늘어놓는 썰이 다 전부 비슷해
Your life is a cliche
Our life is a cliche
삼류소설 같은 인생
Ma life is a cliche

값비싼 차 어깨에 멘 Bag
그녀의 손이 Price tag 을 떼어낼 때
어느 청담동의 Bar 그 건물 호텔
그가 남들의 월급만큼 긁어댄 데이트
스무 살이 된 그녀를 불러낼 땐
자기 와이프에게 출장이라 둘러댈 때
그녀가 진한 향수를 뿌려댈 땐
마법 같은 일을 창조해. Prometheus

From Hermes to Cartier
몇 개의 Bag 과 원피스 구두와 시계
약간의 돈뭉치와 학비를 위해
한 달에 네 번씩 그를 만날 준비를 해
그는 늘 말해 "넌 마법 같아"
마법이라 치면 이건 저주겠지 나에겐
숨어 죽고 싶을 때마다 눈앞에
찍혀 들어온 숫자들이 또 날 살게 해
어리고 더러운 나
스스로 걸어간 나락에서
또 다른 나를 봐
그건 다름 아냐, 바로 가난한 Mom
난 그녀처럼 살고 싶진 않아
삼류소설 같은 인생
다 이미 늦었어 모든 걸 바로 잡기엔
오늘도 그의 박자 맞춰
흔들리는 Chandelier
Yeah, Ma life is a cliche

Your life is a cliche
Your life is a cliche
삼류소설 같은 인생
늘어놓는 썰이 다 전부 비슷해
Your life is a cliche
Our life is a cliche
삼류소설 같은 인생
Ma life is a cliche

원하는 모든 것을
죄다 주워담아 나를 채워
그게 내가 배운
유일한 날 지우는 법 내 Power
남 앞에 내 이미지를
하나 둘씩 그려갔지
보다 값진 살찐 돼지같이
빨간딱지 그래 사실
그게 내 콤플렉스
TOEIC, TEPS
한 장 없이 날아온 LAX
있는 자식 년놈들 매일 열던 파티
부모 돈 쥐어짜온 내게 풍기던 촌티
씨발 죄다 벗겨내고파
남의 삶을 오마주에 맨살에 새겨가
Mercedes, Gucci, Coogi & Rolex
마법처럼 변할 인생을 꿈꿨지만
삼류소설 같은 인생
늙고 더러운 나. 모두 질려 떠나
혼자 남은 난 돈으로 산 젊음을
다리 사이에 끼지만
But, Life is a cliche

Your life is a cliche
Your life is a cliche
삼류소설 같은 인생
늘어놓는 썰이 다 전부 비슷해
Your life is a cliche
Our life is a cliche
삼류소설 같은 인생
Ma life is a cliche

Cliché

We graduated from the same school at the same age
We've lived different lives
You talk a lot
My high school grades
Were lower than yours
You met your parents and flew abroad
'When will I ever fly?'
You only came back during the school vacations
To and from here
But you were the first to join the military
Before I knew it, you were a citizen there
What an injustice, such powerlessness
You always say, 'If only I could win the lottery'
You toiled for 30 years and finally found a job
That friend came back home
And opened a coffee shop in Gangnam
What an injustice, such powerlessness
Every Sunday, you brood and ask
When will I have a normal life?
How far apart are our paths?
What an injustice, such powerlessness
My youth has passed me by like this
I curse at the world into my soju
A third-rate novel of a life
A third-rate novel of a life
Why, does this story sound familiar?
The same writing style of countless writers
I yawn, your life is a cliche

Your life is a cliche
Your life is a cliche
A third-rate novel of a life
The story you keep telling is always the same
Your life is a cliche
Our life is a cliche
A third-rate novel of a life
My life is a cliche

An expensive car, a designer bag
When her hand removes the price tag
A bar in Cheongdamdong, that building's a hotel
The income he earns from a single date could pay for someone else's monthly salary
When he calls that woman in her twenties
When he tells his wife that he's on a business trip
When she sprays on her perfume
He's like a magician, creating something out of nothing.

From Hermes to Cartier
How many bags, dresses, shoes, and watches?
For a little bit of money, and for education
She's willing to see him four times a month
He always says, "You're like magic"
If you're magic, then you're a curse to me
Every time I want to disappear and die, the numbers
Branded into my mind bring me back to life
I'm so young and so dirty
In the pit that I created for myself
I see another me
Who's none other than my poor mother
I don't want to live like her
A third-rate novel of a life
It's already too late to fix it all
Today, I dance to his rhythm
The swaying chandelier
Yes, my life is a cliche

Your life is a cliche
Your life is a cliche
A third-rate novel of a life
The story you keep telling is always the same
Your life is a cliche
Our life is a cliche
A third-rate novel of a life
My life is a cliche

You take everything you want
Filling me up, making me whole
That's the only way I've learned to erase
My past, my power
I've created an image of myself
In front of others, one by one
Like a fat pig that's worth more
A red label, a complex
TOEIC, TEPS
I flew to LAX without them
The children of the rich
Partying every day, smelling like cigarettes
The country bumpkin smell that they gave me
I want to rip it all off
Tattooing my skin with an homage to others
Mercedes, Gucci, Coogi, Rolex
I dreamed that my life would change like magic
A third-rate novel of a life
I'm old and dirty, everyone leaves me
All alone, I wish I had youth
Between my legs
But life is a cliche

Your life is a cliche
Your life is a cliche
A third-rate novel of a life
The story you keep telling is always the same
Your life is a cliche
Our life is a cliche
A third-rate novel of a life
My life is a cliche