Animal Farm (가면무도회)
죄악의 단어
joe-agui daneo
위선의 가면
wiseonui gamyeon
넘쳐흐르는 무도회장
neomchyeoheureuneun mudohoejang
터지는 샴페인
teojineun syampein
포도주와 빵
podojuwa ppang
배부른 돼지들의 춤
baebureun dwaejideurui chum
It might be pretty, it might be beautiful
It might be pretty, it might be beautiful
It might be grand
It might be grand
This might be right, this might be justice
This might be right, this might be justice
But I
But I
죽어라 불러라 거짓말의 노래를
jugeora bulleora geojinmarui noraereul
죽어라 따라춰 악마들의 춤사위
jugeora ttarachwo angmadeurui chumsawi
성대한 잔치의 중심 커다란 단두대 아래
seongdaehan janchiui jungsim keodaran dandudae arae
굴러다니는 목은 누구의 것
gulleodanineun mogeun nuguui geot
Welcome, well done
Welcome, well done
Shameless friends of mine
Shameless friends of mine
다음은 누구일까?
da-eumeun nuguilkka?
Hang my pretty head in your room
Hang my pretty head in your room
Where is love? Where is my sympathy?
Where is love? Where is my sympathy?
우린 무엇을 잃었나?
urin mueoseul ireonna?
Is it a farm? Is it society?
Is it a farm? Is it society?
Am I a tiger or a gazelle?
Am I a tiger or a gazelle?
It might be pretty, it might be beautiful
It might be pretty, it might be beautiful
It might be grand
It might be grand
This might be right, this might be justice
This might be right, this might be justice
But I
But I
죽어라 불러라 거짓말의 노래를
jugeora bulleora geojinmarui noraereul
죽어라 따라춰 악마들의 춤사위
jugeora ttarachwo angmadeurui chumsawi
성대한 잔치의 중심 커다란 단두대 아래
seongdaehan janchiui jungsim keodaran dandudae arae
굴러다니는 목은 누구의 것
gulleodanineun mogeun nuguui geot
Animal Farm (Masquerade)
Words of sin
Mask of hypocrisy
Overflowing masquerade
Exploding champagne
Wine and bread
The dance of the satiated pigs
It might be pretty, it might be beautiful
It might be grand
This might be right, this might be justice
But I
Sing the song of lies until you die
Follow the dance of demons until you die
At the center of the grand feast under the large gallows
Whose neck is rolling
Welcome, well done
Shameless friends of mine
Who will be next?
Hang my pretty head in your room
Where is love? Where is my sympathy?
What have we lost?
Is it a farm? Is it society?
Am I a tiger or a gazelle?
It might be pretty, it might be beautiful
It might be grand
This might be right, this might be justice
But I
Sing the song of lies until you die
Follow the dance of demons until you die
At the center of the grand feast under the large gallows
Whose neck is rolling