Amor Fati (Feat. Kim Jong Wan)

Written by Tablo
Composed by Tablo
Arranged by Tablo
October 21, 2014
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Korean:

God doesn’t love me.
나 털어놓을게 많아.
고해성사는 없지.
재떨이나 줘봐.
Inhale. Exhale.
연기보다 욕이 먼저 나와.
내 몸과 입을 더럽히면
hell,
잠시 네 생각이 날까.
넌 내 수면제, 내 카페인.
내 바이러스, 내 백신.
내 bible, 내 침대 밑에 dirty magazine.
I'm in trouble.
우린 완벽히 맞는 조각 둘, 다른 퍼즐.
신성하지 않은 세상이 신성시하는 것들.
They cannot change me.
Nothing can save me.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home.
난 나를 믿어.
눈에 보이는 이 순간을 믿어.
이 술잔을 믿어.
But they call me a non-believer.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home.
난 나를 믿어.
손에 고이는 내 땀을 믿어.
내 심장을 믿어.
사랑을 믿어.
But they call me a non-believer.

내게 약을 파는 것보다 큰 악은 없는 답을 파는 것.
그 답은 나의 겁, 무지와 불만을 낚아
회 떠 내게 몇 배로 되파는 남는 장사.
날로 먹지.
숙명, 사명 띤 운명.
명을 다한 이념들로 양념친 구원.
알 수 없는 미래 한 점 위해 허기진 현재의 상을 걷어 차는 만병의 근원.
It’s hell’s kitchen.
각자의 단골집의 새빨간 간판 아래 모이네.
여기가 원조라며 지 입맛만 고집해.
파는 건 같은 독인데.
제일 무서운 게 과식한 아이디어.
답 한끼만 지어 주면 상 다리가 휘어.
숟가락이 안 쥐어질 때까지 군침 뱉지.
맹신, 피를 봐야 풀릴 체기.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home.
난 나를 믿어.
눈에 보이는 이 순간을 믿어.
이 술잔을 믿어.
But they call me a non-believer.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home.
난 나를 믿어.
손에 고이는 내 땀을 믿어.
내 심장을 믿어.
사랑을 믿어.
But they call me a non-believer.

There’s no way home.

멀쩡한 다리 꺾고 목발을 짚게 하는가?
허기지면 독사과 씹게 하는가?
손에 손 대신 총, 칼을 쥐게 하는가?
당신들은 깨끗한가?

멀쩡한 날개 꺾고 왜 땅을 기게 하는가?
혀를 차고 손가락 질을 하는가?
죄없는 자는 돌 던져도 된다는 말인가?
돌 던지는 건 죄가 아닌가?

Oh God.
He doesn’t love me.
I know He doesn’t love me.
Well, neither do I.
Neither do I.

We are others.

We are the others.

Credit: Naver Music
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Romanization:

God doesn’t love me.
na teoleonoheulge manha.
gohaeseongsaneun eobsji.
jaetteolina jwobwa.
Inhale. Exhale.
yeongiboda yogi meonjeo nawa.
nae momgwa ibeul deoleobhimyeon
hell,
jamsi ne saenggagi nalkka.
neon nae sumyeonje, nae kapein.
nae baileoseu, nae baegsin.
nae bible, nae chimdae mite dirty magazine.
I'm in trouble.
ulin wanbyeoghi majneun jogag dul, daleun peojeul.
sinseonghaji anheun sesangi sinseongsihaneun geosdeul.
They cannot change me.
Nothing can save me.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home.
nan naleul mideo.
nune boineun i sunganeul mideo.
i suljaneul mideo.
But they call me a nonbeliever.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home.
nan naleul mideo.
sone goineun nae ttameul mideo.
nae simjangeul mideo.
salangeul mideo.
But they call me a nonbeliever.

naege yageul paneun geosboda keun ageun eobsneun dabeul paneun geos.
geu dabeun naui geob, mujiwa bulmaneul nakka
hoe tteo naege myeoch baelo doepaneun namneun jangsa.
nallo meogji.
sugmyeong, samyeong ttin unmyeong.
myeongeul dahan inyeomdeullo yangnyeomchin guwon.
al su eobsneun milae han jeom wihae heogijin hyeonjaeui sangeul geodeo chaneun manbyeongui geunwon.
It’s hell’s kitchen.
gagjaui dangoljibui saeppalgan ganpan alae moine.
yeogiga wonjolamyeo ji ibmasman gojibhae.
paneun geon gateun doginde.
jeil museoun ge gwasighan aidieo.
dab hankkiman jieo jumyeon sang daliga hwieo.
sudgalagi an jwieojil ttaekkaji gunchim baetji.
maengsin, pileul bwaya pullil chegi.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home.
nan naleul mideo.
nune boineun i sunganeul mideo.
i suljaneul mideo.
But they call me a nonbeliever.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home.
nan naleul mideo.
sone goineun nae ttameul mideo.
nae simjangeul mideo.
salangeul mideo.
But they call me a nonbeliever.

There’s no way home.

meoljjeonghan dali kkeokkgo mogbaleul jipge haneunga?
heogijimyeon dogsagwa ssibge haneunga?
sone son daesin chong, kaleul jwige haneunga?
dangsindeuleun kkaekkeushanga?

meoljjeonghan nalgae kkeokkgo wae ttangeul gige haneunga?
hyeoleul chago songalag jileul haneunga?
joeeobsneun janeun dol deonjyeodo doendaneun malinga?
dol deonjineun geon joega aninga?

Oh God.
He doesn’t love me.
I know He doesn’t love me.
Well, neither do I.
Neither do I.

We are others.

We are the others.

Credit: HallyuMusic
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English:

God doesn’t love me
I have a lot to get off my chest
No need for a confession
Just give me the ashtray
Inhale. Exhale
Curses come out before the smoke
If I dirty my body and mouth
Hell
Will I remember you for a moment?
You’re my sleeping pill, my caffeine
My virus, my vaccine
My bible, my dirty magazine under my bed
I’m in trouble
We’re perfectly fitting pieces for different puzzles
What the unholy world considers holy
They cannot change me.
Nothing can save me.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home
I believe in myself
I believe in the moments I can see with my eyes
I believe in this drink
But they call me a non-believer.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home.
I believe in myself
I believe in the sweat on my hands
I believe in my heart
I believe in love
But they call me a non-believer.


A greater vice than selling me drugs is selling me the wrong answer
That answer is my fear, reeling in ignorance and unhappiness
It’s a business that sells me meat for several times more than it’s valued
I eat it for nothing
Fate carries life and the mission
Marinating salvation with ideas of fame
On top of an unknown future
It’s the source of a thousand illnesses that kicks away the meal table of the starved reality
It’s hell’s kitchen
They’re all gathering under the red sign of their favorite place
Saying each place is the original, being stubborn about their own taste
What they sell is the same poison
The scariest of it all are the overeating ideas
Just one meal of answers makes the table shake
Making you salivate until you can’t even hold the spoon anymore
Blind beliefs, showing signs of indigestion only after you show blood

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home
I believe in myself
I believe in the moments I can see with my eyes
I believe in this drink
But they call me a non-believer.

You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home.
I believe in myself
I believe in the sweat on my hands
I believe in my heart
I believe in love
But they call me a non-believer.


There’s no way home.

They break a perfectly fine leg and make you use a cane
They make you eat a poisonous apple when you’re hungry
They make you hold guns and knives instead of hands
Are you all clean?

They break a perfectly fine wing and make you crawl on the ground
They click tongues and point fingers
Does that mean you can throw stones at the sin-less?
Isn’t throwing a stone a sin itself?

Oh God.
He doesn’t love me.
I know He doesn’t love me.
Well, neither do I.
Neither do I.

We are others.

We are the others.
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