SONG INFORMATION
  INTRODUCTION
REGISTRATION DATE : 2020-12-15 1,125
TITLE OF SONG
Second class letter
(KOREAN TITLE)
이등병의 편지
(KOREAN PRONUNCIATION)
ideungbyeong-ui pyeonji
FEATURING
COMPOSER
LYRICIST
ARRANGER
GENRE
FOLK/BLUES
FEELING
SAD
RELEASE YEAR
1993
SONG INTRODUCTION
- OST of the movie "Joint Security Area JSA", directed by Park Chan-wook, starring Young-ae, Lee Byung-hun, Song Kang-ho, Kim Tae-woo, and Shin Ha-gyun, released in 2000.

LYRICS
집 떠나와 열차 타고 
훈련소로 가던 날 
부모님께 큰 절하고 
대문 밖을 나설 때 
가슴 속에 무엇인가 
아쉬움이 남지만 
풀 한 포기 친구 얼굴 
모든 것이 새롭다
이제 다시 시작이다 
젊은 날의 생이여
 
친구들아 군대 가면 
편지 꼭 해다오 
그대들과 즐거웠던 
날들을 잊지 않게 
열차시간 다가올 때 
두 손 잡던 뜨거움 
기적소리 멀어지면 
작아지는 모습들 
이제 다시 시작이다 
젊은 날의 꿈이여 
 
짧게 잘린 내 머리가 
처음에는 우습다가 
거울 속에 비친 내 모습이 
굳어진다 마음까지 
뒷동산에 올라서면 
우리 마을 보일런지 
나팔소리 고요하게 
밤하늘에 퍼지면 
이등병의 편지 한 장 
고이접어 보내오 
이제 다시 시작이다 
젊은 날의 꿈이여

LYRICS (KOREAN PRONUNCIATION)
jip tteonawa yeolcha tago 
hunryeonsoro gadeon nal 
bumonimkke keun jeolhago 
daemun bakkeul naseol ttae 
gaseum soge mueosinga 
aswiumi namjiman 
pul han pogi chingu eolgul 
modeun geosi saeropda
ije dasi sijagida 
jeolmeun narui saengiyeo
 
chingudeura gundae gamyeon 
pyeonji kkok haedao 
geudaedeulgwa jeulgeowossdeon 
naldeureul ijji anhge 
yeolchasigan dagaol ttae 
du son japdeon tteugeoum 
gijeoksori meoreojimyeon 
jagajineun moseupdeul 
ije dasi sijagida 
jeolmeun narui kkumiyeo 
 
jjalpge jallin nae meoriga 
cheoeumeneun useupdaga 
geoul soge bichin nae moseubi 
gudeojinda maeumkkaji 
dwisdongsane ollaseomyeon 
uri maeul boilleonji 
napalsori goyohage 
bamhaneure peojimyeon 
ideungbyeongui pyeonji han jang 
goijeobeo bonaeo 
ije dasi sijagida 
jeolmeun narui kkumiyeo
 

SONG LYRICS MEANING
Leave home and take the train
The day I went to training camp
I bow deeply to my parents.
When you go out the front door
something in my heart
Although I feel regretful
A blade of grass, a friend's face
everything is new
Now it starts again
Life of youth
 
Friends, if you go to the military
Be sure to write a letter
I had fun with you
Don't forget the days
When the train time approaches
The heat of holding both hands
When the sound of the whistle goes away
Things getting smaller
Now it starts again
A dream from my youth
 
My hair was cut short
It was funny at first
My reflection in the mirror
Even my heart hardens
When you climb the hill behind you
Will we see our village?
The trumpet sounds quietly
When it spreads across the night sky
A letter from a private
Just fold it up and send it to me
Now it starts again
A dream from my youth
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