Loveholic - Hwa bun (flower pot) | Текст песни

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• Hwa bun (flower pot)

From far, far away you are coming to me
How can I speak my quaking mind?
You...
have captivated me from the first time.
You gave me an incurable disease.

I'd like to be a flower pot
I always pray that
on your small window sill
I'll be a flower pot
not being able to speak
not being able to yearn
Occasionally receiving
your smile and the touch of your hand
and geting to look at your face without end,
as you slipe.
molliso molliso molliso kudae-ga oneyo
i ttollinun ma-umul ottohke ma-rhae-ya hanayo
ku-daen

cho-umbuto naye ma-umul ppae-atgo
naul su omnun pyo-ngul nae-ge chu-otjyo
hwabuni dwil-lae-yo
nanun nul kido hajyo

nan ku-daen chagun changgaye
hwabuni dwilkkeyo
amu mal mo-thae-do / paral su opsodo
kakkum ku-dae-yi misowa son-girul padumyo
chamdun ku-dae algul hanobshi bul su itketjyo

mollido mollido mollido
kudae-ga kaneyo
ttorochinun nunmurul ottohke
kal-lae-ya hanayo
ku-daen

cho-umbuto naye / ma-umul kajyotgo
na-ul su omnun pyonguralke han kojyo
hwabuni dwikopun nanun nul / kidohajyo

nan ku-daen chagun changgaye
hwabuni dwilkkeyo
amu mal mo-thae-do / paral su opsodo
kakkum ku-dae-yi misowa son-girul padumyo
chamdun ku-dae algul / hanobshi bul su itketjyo

nan ku-daen chagun changgaye
hwabuni dwilkkeyo
amu mal mo-thae-do / paral su opsodo
kakkum ku-dae-yi misowa son-girul padumyo
chamdun ku-dae algul / hanobshi bul su itketjyo

nan ku-daen chagun changgaye
hwabuni dwilkkeyo
amu mal mo-thae-do / paral su opsodo
kakkum ku-dae-yi misowa son-girul padumyo
chamdun ku-dae algul / hanobshi bul su itketjyo
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Futher and futher you are going away.
How can I relie my falling tears?
You... have had my heart from the first time
You've made me suffer from an incurable disease.

Wanting to be a flower pot
I always pray
on your small window sill
I'll be a flower pot
not being able to speak
not being able to yearn
Occasionally receiving
your smile and the touch of your hand
and geting to look at your face without end,
as you slipe.

On your small window sill
I'll be a flower pot
not being able to speak
not being able to yearn
Occasionally receiving
your smile and the touch of your hand
and geting to look at your face without end,
as you slipe.
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