오늘의 나는 어제의 나와 거죽은 비슷하지만
실제는 아니다
오늘의 나는
새로운 나다
살아 있는 것은 이와 같이 늘 새롭다
- 法 頂 -
Mull of Kintyre - James Last
Mull of kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the
sea,
my desire is always to be here, oh mull of kintyre.
Far have I traveled, and much have I
seen,
dark distance mountains, the valleys of green.
past painted desert,
the sunset's on fire
as he carries me home, to the mull of
kintyre.
Mull of kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the
sea,
my desire is always to be here, oh mull of kintyre.
Sweet through the heather like deer's in the
Grenn,
Carry me back to the days I knew then.
Nights when we sang, like a
heavenly choir,
of the life and the times of the mull of kintyre.
Mull of kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the
sea,
my desire is always to be here, oh mull of kintyre.