Текст и перевод песни Wonstein - Apocalypse (prod. PEEJAY)

Apocalypse (prod. PEEJAY)

Save the children
어른들의 잣대와 기준 속에서
새싹들은 삐들삐들, 그 와중에 진심은
짜고 치는 판을 매번 뒤집었지 늘
Spin off 내가 영혼을 팔면
이미 나의 차고엔 three Lamborghini
허나 쉬운 길이라면 놓치는 게 있기 마련
의심하게 되지 마치 흑묘 아르기닌
SNS 여기저기에 얼굴이 나오는 거 보니
곧 앨범 낼 때가 됐구나
회사가 너 대신 바이럴 해주고 넌 몰랐겠지
사실 다른 방법이 없지만
말해 주고 싶어 우린 결국 돼
다만 사람들은 너무 지쳐서
음악을 고를 바엔 차라리 탑 100
영화랑 음악은 갈수록 길이가 짧아져
나도 벌써 익숙해져
숫자들은 매일 갱신되지만
그 위대함은 이제 아무 느낌도
생각할 거리를 주는 가사들은
여유가 없을 땐 부담스러워
바보같이 살고 싶어 난
어차피 그 창피함은 내 몫이 아냐
아시다시피 외모는 중요해
어렸던 날 떠올리면 좀 짠해
세상은 놀이터라고 외치면서
흙이 묻을까 봐 놀지 못하네
사람들 사는 게 다 똑같지 바둑같이
내 집 마련이란 꿈이 있다네
착한 척이라도 하고 살자 가 나의 모토였는데
지금 보니 병이야 자네
몇 년이 지나도 우린 변한 게 없어
결국 자신과의 스파링
정신을 차리고 나니 링 안에 서있던 사람은
다름 아닌 당신 ㅠ, 알아채야 했어
화면에 비친 얼굴은 유난히 더 하얘
방해될까 봐 숨겼겠지
그날 영상은 이제 못 보겠어 두 번 다시

This is not volcano, not earthquake
This is not meteor, not hurricane
This is not zombie, it's not anarchy

Apocalypse (prod. PEEJAY)

Save the children
Amidst the adults' rulers and standards, darling,
The sprouts struggle, yet amidst it all, true hearts,
Always flip the rigged game, babe.
Spin off, if I sell my soul, honey,
Three Lamborghinis are already in my garage.
But if it's an easy path, there's bound to be something lost, my love.
It makes me suspicious, like black cat arginine.
Seeing my face all over SNS, sweetheart,
Means it's almost time to release an album.
The company's doing the viral marketing for you, and you probably didn't know, did you, beautiful?
There's really no other way, though.
I want to tell you, we eventually become one, my dear.
But people are so tired, my love,
That they'd rather just listen to the Top 100 than choose music.
Movies and music are getting shorter and shorter, darling,
I'm already used to it.
The numbers are updated every day, sweetheart,
But that greatness now feels like nothing.
Lyrics that give you something to think about, my love,
Are burdensome when you have no time.
I want to live foolishly, my dear.
That embarrassment isn't mine to bear anyway.
As you know, looks are important, beautiful.
Thinking back to when I was young makes me a little sad.
While shouting that the world is a playground, darling,
We can't play for fear of getting dirt on us.
Everyone lives the same way, like a game of Go, sweetheart,
They all dream of owning a home.
"At least pretend to be nice," was my motto, my love,
But now I see it's a disease.
Even after years, we haven't changed, my dear.
Ultimately, it's sparring with yourself.
When I came to my senses, the person standing in the ring, beautiful,
Was none other than you ㅠ, I should have known.
The face reflected on the screen is especially pale, darling,
You must have hidden it so it wouldn't be a distraction.
I can't watch that video again, not ever.

This is not volcano, not earthquake
This is not meteor, not hurricane
This is not zombie, it's not anarchy