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Ha The tough world (life is pain) Undependable this world without a haven anywhere (Just whether) All I have is you, Trot However I pose and look at again If I'm drunk, it's all the same Whenever it waves in my stomach, ironically, I go for another shot Arms and legs flutter, holding a mic To the trot melody; move to the four-beat Digger-wasp like day's sole companion If I wake from a drunken stupor, it leaves Love must be a butterfly Some dance freely when sad I, like a worn mop, squeeze out this rotten pain Grab that song Like your wearing glitter clothes My pitch wobbles like my life Reflection of my complexion is desolate and piteous Who would understand me? Sing loudly, my alcohol-drenched life Bent like the reeds and stepped-on like the weeds: my life Laughing at a single shot and a song: my life My trot Hip hop, dance, rock, ballad; they're all good, but when sad, what? (x4) In Busan, a girl rips out my heart I left, wandered; Daegu, Daejun; I hit itSongtexteLastly, Seoul Nightly I pour in the drinks Even the neon-night is dark I have nowhere to go I have no strength Like the lonely Garry, I have no road I stop here and draw out a melody Nightly, I wring the necks of mic Tonight's stage is a bar-stall by my home Beats made by spoon, chopsticks, and glasses When sad, its better than music these days Sweet lyrics; I live for these delights Like mother's soup It hits me like a memory of my ex, when I'm about the forget When I sing-out heartly, I think of a drink Bent like the reeds and stepped-on like the weeds: my life Crying at a single shot and laughing in a song My life, my trot Hip hop, dance, rock, ballad; they're all good, but when sad, what? (x4) Bent like the reeds and stepped-on like the weeds: my life Heaped like a high mountain and scattered like the sand: my life Aimlessly running and wandering dayfly life Crying at a single shot [of drinks] and laughing in a song My life, my trot Hip hop, dance, rock, ballad; they're all good, but when sad, what? (x4) Aus Songtexte Mania