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 it
Lastly, 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)