(The old singer) Travelling around the world, I love that I am a singer.
(young singers) Wonderful!
(The old singer) But it is so hard, To live as a singer. Singers should have a good face first, And then a good tongue. Have a perfect voice first, And then manage it skillfully.
(young singers) Wonderful!
(The old singer) How could it be easy To make people laught and cry?
(young singers) That’s right
(The old singer) To have a perfect voice Is to distinguish five notes And to vary the six rules.
This Seonhak village. Look at that mountain! Doesn’t it look like sitting crane spreading its wings? That’s why it’s called Crane Mountain. Cranes gather on the hundreds-year-old pine tree next to the tanvern, And on sunny day when the mountain is reflected in the pond water, They all harmoniously make a fantastic landscpae. It’s fantastic. There’s no better place to study music.
The birds far are heard vague. The birds far are heard vague. The birds near are heard clear. Go to this mountain, Cuckoo, cuckoo; Go to that mountain, Cuckoo, cuckoo. They sing here and there, The cuckoos sing, The cuckoos sing, In the empty mountain, In the middle of the night.
You’ve been saying you’re leaving, you’re leaving. Not that you really have gone, dear me! I’m ferrying across this river, To Yang Yang, the Auster blows. When you enter, There are the flowers and plant of fairy land. I point at the fairyland, It is boundless, Blue sea. Blue sea Blue sea.
(Four Seaons) As flowers bloom in the mountain, It is undoubtedly spring now. Although spring has come, I still feel lonesome. Although I was young yesterday, I am sighing on my white hair today. As youth left me behind with no mercy, It is no use for me to welcome spring, That knows when to come and leave.
Is that true or not? What do you mean by separation? Please answer me now. When we promised to love, We never mentioned separation. On the full moom in last May, You met me at my home, You sat there, and I here. In the name of the sky and the earth, With the witness of the moon and the sun, Until the yard becomes the sea, Until the sea becomes the yard, We’ll never seperatet, you promised to me. But now you’re leaving me with no mercy How could I live without you? For the rest of my life?
It’s a dream A dream Everything is a dream You’re in a dream and so am I This and that is all a dream I find a dream as I wake you This one I woke up from is still a dream I was born in a dream, live in a dream And die in a dream in vain What do I dream for since I’d woke form it? Oh! my life! Oh! My dream!
I will go, Yes, I will go, I will go after my love. I will go, Even if it’s a thousand miles away. Winds and cluds rest, And all birds like eagles and hawks, Also rest on Dongseol Mountain. Even Vega in the sky, Meets her love once in a year. I wonder what blocks my love to return to me, I’d rather die, And reincarnate into a swallow, And build a net under the eaves at my beloved’s place, And play in there, To meet him every night, To make love all night.