바람이 부는 것은 더운 내 맘 삭여주려계절이 다 가도록 나는 애

바람이 부는 것은 더운 내 맘 삭여주려
계절이 다 가도록 나는 애만 태우네
꽃잎 흩날리던 늦봄의 밤
아직 남은 님의 향기 이제나 오시려나
나는 애만 태우네 애달피 지는
저 꽃잎처럼 속절없는 늦봄의 밤
이제나 오시려나 나는 애만 태우네
구름이 애써 전하는 말 그 사람은 널 잊었다
살아서 맺은 사람의 연 실낱같아 부질없다
꽃 지네 꽃이 지네 부는 바람에 꽃 지네
이제 님 오시려나 나는 그저 애만 태우네
바람이 부는 것은 더운 내 맘 삭여주려
계절이 다 가도록 나는 애만 태우네
꽃잎 흩날리던 늦봄의 밤 아직 남은 님의 향기
이제나 오시려나 나는 애만 태우네

Αποτελέσματα (Αγγλικά) 1:

It is a hot wind blows and my time by trying toThis is the season I only go Tae-woo YesPetals strewn nalrideon late spring nightYet by remaining scent now comes to meI burn only your lover is the blood MoonThat does not have a clause like the petals of late spring nightNow I come to I burn but yesTry the clouds I forgot to say that the person youLooks like someone's living room of the kite bunch contracted forge noFlowers flowers centipede centipede centipede flowers in the windNow it comes to me, I just submitted her Tae-woo YesIt is a hot wind blows and my time by trying toThis is the season I only go Tae-woo YesPetals strewn nalrideon late spring night yet by remaining scentNow I come to I burn but yes

Αποτελέσματα (Αγγλικά) 2:

Windy What I like hot sakyeo trying
season go I aeman taewoone
petals heutnal redundancy night in late spring
still remaining's fragrance pair of none come ryeona
I aeman taewoone aedalpi that
night in late spring is not always brings like me petals
ryeona I aeman taewoone coming pair of none
Clouds the aesseo charge saying he forgot you
can not vain like slightest edge of a person living inked
flowers centipede flowers blowing the centipede wind flower centipede
now's coming ryeona I just aeman taewoone
trying windy What I like hot sakyeo
the season to go I aeman taewoone
petals heutnal redundancy night's rest scent of late spring yet
ryeona pair of none I come aeman taewoone

Αποτελέσματα (Αγγλικά) 3:

the wind is hot, and my heart to mewhen the children to go out riding.fly leaves in spring.there is the incense i to come backi worry about you are sadly.the leaf spring as a helpless nightnow i have to come back, i must worry about.the world is trying to tell you is that people forget.as the kite line to live in vain.a flower a flower from the flower.i had to come back, i just worry about us.the wind is hot, and my heart to mewhen the children to go out riding.petals fly in spring night, still remaining the flavor.now i have to come back, i must worry about.