Bright yellow sun, you saw me crying alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a beautiful lover of my own.

I don't think I will love ever again.

Yellow sun, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A beautiful lover I really could love forever.

I heard the wind whisper ''Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo."
And then suddenly appearing in front of me,
The only woman my arms could ever hold.
It's you, who I've been searching all my life.

But when I looked closer,
You turned into a Princess dressed in a white gown behind a magic mirror! No!

Oh oh oh...

Why are we half a world apart and separated by half a lifetime?

Bright sun, now I'm no longer alone,
Looking with a sad heart, without a beautiful lover of my own.

To my heart, I must be true.
A sad day will never empty my heart again,

We go together,
Like the gayageum and haegeum, playing Arirang.
Remembered forever through time,

Dreaming of us meeting on a warm April spring day half a world away,

I'm loving, loving, loving you.

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Like tossing a pebble into a pond,  
My long ago memories reflected slowly,
In each ripple of sunshine,

A Fresh breeze whispering lovely songs to me,
From times long past,

Every misty morning sunrise brings hazy memories;
Memories that traveled from a distant time and place,

With eyes wide shut, I dream of times long ago,
Thoughts of today's sadness and yesterday's happiness,

Seasons' change, the fragrance of kimchi and coffee remain,

Waiting some day for the sun from my past to warm my Soul,

It's just like, daydreams of your first lover,

I'm waiting to touch you again,
That we can make new happy memories; Memories that will last for eternity. 


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These cold days remind me a warm place,
Like a fire burning in the fireplace,
Memories stoke the fire burning in my heart;

Memories of working in the rice and barley fields,
Tea fields where white jasmine flowers bloom.
Singing songs for everything,

Memories of the cold air swirling around me,
Gave me chills.
Wife and children, love and hope to warm my bones.

Writing these words about my impossible past,
A past that exists in my dreams,
The place I praise every day with words.

You know that even when dark dust blankets the land,
Heavy rains will wash away the dust,
And bring high, bright blue skies.

I see the young traveling this land today,
Some happy some sorrowful,
Always singing,

Singing songs of the past and present,
Binding time and space together,
With strings of silk.

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Rose garden way up in the sky,
Sun-Yung filled with the sunshine of,
The young springtime year of the rabbit,
Of wooden stairs down to the great river at low tide,
Gentle, quiet, elegant, and alert; quick, skillful, kind, and patient
The sea is high.

Rose garden way up in the sky,
Sun-Yung makes me want to fly,
Time goes by,
Mom's Sunday morning pancakes,
Red roses and blue skies, and everything still,
Brings thoughts of Sun-Yung.

Sun-Yung's arms and dancing until sunrise in the gardens of Seoul,
And cherry blossoms,
Settle softly to the ground,
I dream of returning to my home and Sun-Yung's love,
"Romeo and Juliet"
Painted a picture of my life and my thoughts.

Rose garden way up in the sky,
Sun-Yung filled with the sunshine,
Memories of Mom's Sunday morning pancakes,
Red roses and blue skies, and everything still,
Brings thoughts of Sun-Yung,

The love of my life.

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War ***** and fighting *****.
Why can't people party all night?

The world is a crazy place.
All I want to is dance the night away,
But my life is full of spiders and snakes.

I wonder when it will end?

You want Queen Seondeok of Silla,
You want Kim Yuna of Korea,

But all I see is the devil's rage.
Oh! The devil's rage.
Oh! War and fighting, they'll destroy this beautiful place,
Drain our lives of Love and wonder.

War ***** and fighting *****.
Why can't people party all night?
The world is a wild place.
All I want to is dance the day away,

But my life is full of spiders and snakes hiding under rocks.

I really want the world to end,
Goodbye Queen Seondeok of Silla,
Goodbye Kim Yuna of Korea,

And good riddance to the devil's rage.
Oh! The devil's rage.

Oh! War and fighting, will bury us under falling mushroom dust,
Drain our lives of Love and wonder.

War ***** and fighting *****.
The world is out of control,
All I want to do is plant new Hope in dry Souls,
But my life is full of spiders and snakes hiding under rocks.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing a song of hope with Queen Seondeok of Silla,
Sing the song of "Arirang."

Dance with Queen Kim Yuna of Korea on Ice,
And put a curse on devil's rage.
Oh, the devil's rage.

Your life is hard and filled with hatred,
But don't care? Get out and dance.

Follow the sunrise to your destination.
Leave the war and fighting behind,

Plant new Hope!

You want the greatest thing,
The biggest thing since becoming a poet.
You've got it all; you've got the world in your hands,

If you are confused, check with Arirang.
Carry a pen to help you along.

Get out and dance,
On the dance floors of the world.

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Arirang Special M60-Sorea Band  Arirang
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We were both remarkable when I first saw you
Standing on the busy streets of Seoul.
I wake up, and the flashback starts:
Incheon is where I'm standing in the spring air.

What are you doing crying standing alone?
You who wears that bright white robe,
That shiny pink hat of cherry blossoms,
Dreaming about the day when I wake up and find
That what I'm looking for has been in front of you all along.

So this is me singing,
Standing in front of you saying, "Take me back home!"
And I go back to springtime in my dreams all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but dreaming deeply,
Wishing, I'd realized you are not a ghost.

I'd go back to past springs in my dreams,
Turn around and do some flying to a calm place.
I go back to springtime dreams quite often.

My dearest, let's do some dancing,
This love is pink and white,
It's a love story of a place where a beautiful woman lives,
Dearest, just be my cute little kitten.

Just snuggling bravely, forever.
Take me back home dearest, Take me back home my love.

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The land where the living meets the dead.
Looking over the great river Han,
A dark place of missing,

Like a dream,
Sacrificing a thousand Lives.

Can you feel the magic of Hero's?
Resting in this place,

Shadows of stone stand tall,
Rising through the mists of a dark history,
Taller than the tallest buildings in Seoul,

Where the magic of life has ended,
In this dark place,  immortality lives on,

Where Faith, Strength Courage will always shine,
Shine brighter than a mother and child
watching their first sunrise,

A place the dead will guard us for eternity.

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Kind Spirit don't go.

Fell asleep on cold frosty January evening,
Hoping to dream about beautiful things,

Awoke in a strange place,
Scared at first.
Where am I?

In front of me a misty woodland,
Gazing through blooms of cherry blossoms,

A white blanket on the ground,
A warm breeze pushing me down,
A warm mist begins to hug me,

On this quiet Spring morning,
Rose petals rain down in front of me,

Out of the fog,
A ghostly figure of a woman appears,
Yet, I was not afraid,

She took my hand and said, "Stand my Prince."
She was the kindest spirit.  
Sing and dance with me around this place I live,  My lost love,

What a strange place this is?
A place where sadness seems to live,
A mound of green,

Yet!

She shines so brightly,
A free Spirit filled with joy and happiness,
Laughing like a child,

I wanted to run with her forever,
I wanted to run around the world with her,
I wanted her to hold on tight and never let go of me,

Who is this beautiful woman with a Spirit of a child?

Oh no! Oh no!

She's running too fast,
I tried to grab this free spirit's hand.

Don't go!

I want to hold on to you forever,

But the morning sun rose, another morning alone,
A place where sadness seems to live.

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