Friday, March 30, 2012

[LYRICS] IDEAL TYPE- BUSKER BUSKER



ROMANIZATION

Bum Joon: hei beuraedeu wanjeon byuripul geol jeogi deeo
Brad : eodi weeo heol heol…
HyungTae : ige mwoya ige
Bum Joon: a wae johjana
geudae saekki baltobi nal seollege hae
geudaeui ahob beonjjae cheogchuga nal michige hae johayo
bollog naon baessalbuteo bodeuraun teog seoni
jogeumahne jabhineun songarag jjogeul jjogeul palkkumchi
neomu johayo
johayo neoui tong tonghan sonmog
johayo neoui kkobul kkobul gobseulmeori
johayo neoui hana hana deuri
johayo neoui nopeun haitonui mogsori
euneunhage deureonan ojangyugbuga
nae gaseumeul ttwige hae baebae kkoin
dalpaengigwani neomu segsihan georyo
eoryeompusi deureonan se beonjjae galbippyeoga
mureupe yeongolgwa eum bogsungappyeo
taenggeul taenggeul gwangdaeppyeo neomu johayo
johayo neoui tong tonghan sonmog
johayo neoui kkobul kkobul gobseulmeori
johayo neoui hana hana deuri
johayo neoui nopeun haitonui mogsori
geudael barabogo isseumyeon jeom jeom meoreojinayo
wae nae maeumeul mollayo nal sarojatneun geudaeyeo
gidarigo isseumyeon jeom jeom meoreojinayo
wae nae maeumeul mollayo wae
johayo neoui tong tonghan sonmog
johayo neoui kkobul kkobul gobseulmeori
johayo neoui hana hana deuri
johayo neoui nopeun haitonui mogsori

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

Bum Joon: Hey Brad, totally beautiful girl over there
Brad: Where, where?
Hyung Tae: What is this!
Bum Joon: Why? It's good!

Your pinky toe makes my heart rush
Your ninth backbone makes me go crazy - I like it
Your round little potbelly and your soft jawline
Your small fingers and your wrinkly elbow - I like it so much 

* I like it - your chubby wrist
I like it - your curly, wavy hair
I like it - each and every part of you
I like it - your high-toned voice



Your slightly showing organs make my heart race
Your spiraling cochlea is so sexy
Your faintly showing third rib bone
The cartilage in your knee, your Achilles bone
Your round cheekbones - I like it so much

* repeat

If I'm looking at you, are we getting farther apart?
Why don't you know how I feel? You, who enchants me
If I'm waiting for you, are we getting farther apart?
Why don't you know how I feel, why?

* repeat

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