Текст и перевод песни Epik High - 사직서

사직서

Ijenun nega dabdabhan naui necktie purobulle
jo badaro jo sanuro domangchyobwa
Horikkunul pulgo wolgubbungtu dulgo dashi kumul kugo
Sahoe buphega mangchin gyongje temune non degiobe bakwibolle
(nado wonre kumun cham manhunde) onuse sangsa bare balbhyone
banbogdoenun wolhwasumoggumto sugo kuthe toejiggum no
irhoborin kum to dashi pumgo domangchyo let's go
borodo borodo ne salmun ghetto ane dungsare chajungun dubero
deche na bogo ottogharago we naman bomyon goerobhinyago
gwandugo shiphoso andarhe hona wolgubnaren to salmanhe
dabdabhe nomu gabgabhe gunyang il da gwandugo magsalle
Nujun bam yoldushi PC bang arubaitu hagseng jongshinisang
chipurin insange gugyojin himang juin dungsare sonnim
songhwaeanggu chajadenun gobjengi dakkgo dakkadenun gollejil
sadejil badgo horigubhin inseng yongwonhi byothdul narun obgeji
nan campus modjengi modun yosonsengi saranghanun janghagseng
hona bamen pyongseng jejari memdonun pengi arubaitu hagseng
bamse nodonghedon nahante gyesanul tajimyo uishimhe
oh sajangnime munje choejo imgumje

Resignation Letter

This tightly-wound necktie of mine, feels like it's choking me
Everywhere I go, up and down, it's suffocating
Swallowing my pride, enduring the monthly grind, and repeating the cycle
The economy, as dictated by society's laws, leaves me empty and gasping for air
(I used to dream big too) but reality slapped me awake
Even the meager monthly salary disappears, leaving me with nothing
I gather my remaining strength and resolve, and charge forward again, let's go
Over and over, my life feels like a rundown apartment in the ghetto, a dusty prison
They watch me struggle, telling me to just endure it, because we're all just cogs in the machine
I yearn to escape, but even if I do, I'm trapped in this monthly salary cycle
It's suffocating, it's overwhelming, I just want to break free and run away
Those nights spent at the PC Cafe, fueled by ramen, dreaming of a bright student future
The hopes instilled in me by my parents, now just a fading memory in this dusty reality
The reality is a battlefield where dreams are crushed and goals become distant mirages
Empty promises and a life of endless toil, forever stuck in the lower rungs
I was once a campus heartthrob, adored by all the girls, a popular student
Now, I'm just another overworked employee, stuck in a dead-end job with a meager paycheck
As I work through the night, exhaustion sets in, and I question everything
Oh, boss, there's a problem, a big problem indeed