Translation of the song lyrics Amor Fati - Epik High, Kim Jong Wan

Amor Fati (original)

God doesn’t love me.
나 털어놓을 게 많아
고해성사는 없지.
재떨이나 줘봐
Inhale, exhale.
연기보다 욕이 먼저 나와
내 몸과 입을 더럽히면 Hell, 잠시 네 생각이 날까?
넌 내 수면제, 내 카페인, 내 바이러스, 내 백신
내 bible, 내 침대 밑에 dirty magazine
I’m in trouble
우린 완벽히 맞는 조각 둘, 다른 퍼즐
Fuck, 신성하지 않은 세상이
신성시하는 것들
They cannot change me
Nothing can save me
You try to run away
Run away from the world
But then you run away
Run away from yourself
And you don’t know the way home
난 나를 믿어
눈에 보이는 이 순간을 믿어
이 술잔을 믿어
But they call me a non-believer
You try to run away
Run away from the world
But then you run away
Run away from yourself
And you don’t know the way home
난 나를 믿어
손에 고이는 내 땀을 믿어
내 심장을 믿어.
사랑을 믿어
But they call me a non-believer
내게 약을 파는 것보다
큰 악은 없는 답을 파는 것
그 답은 나의 겁, 무지와 불만을 낚아
회 떠 내게 몇 배로 되파는 남는 장사
날로 먹지.
숙명, 사명 띤 운명
명을 다한 이념들로 양념친 구원
알 수 없는 미래 한 점 위해 허기진
현재의 상을 걷어 차는 만병의 근원
It’s Hell’s kitchen.
각자의 단골집의
새빨간 간판 아래 모이네
여기가 원조라며 지 입맛만 고집해
파는 건 같은 독인데
제일 무서운 게 과식한 아이디어
답 한 끼만 지어 주면 상 다리가 휘어
숟가락이 안 쥐어질 때까지 군침 뱉지
맹신, 피를 봐야 풀릴 체기
There’s no way home
멀쩡한 다리 꺾고 목발을 짚게 하는가?
허기지면 독사과 씹게 하는가?
손에 손 대신 총, 칼을 쥐게 하는가?
당신들은 깨끗한가?
멀쩡한 날개 꺾고 왜 땅을 기게 하는가?
혀를 차고 손가락 질을 하는가?
죄 없는 자는 돌 던져도 된다는 말인가?
돌 던지는 건 죄가 아닌가?
Oh God, he doesn’t love me
I know he doesn’t love me
Well, neither do I
Neither do I
We are others
We are the others

Amor Fati (translation)

God doesn’t love me.
I have a lot to tell
There is no confession
give me an ashtray
Inhale, exhale.
Curse comes before acting
If I get my body and mouth dirty Hell, will I think of you for a moment?
You're my sleeping pill, my caffeine, my virus, my vaccine
My bible, dirty magazine under my bed
I'm in trouble
We two perfectly fit pieces, different puzzles
Fuck, this unholy world
things that are sacred
They cannot change me
Nothing can save me
You try to run away
Run away from the world
But then you run away
Run away from yourself
And you don't know the way home
i trust me
Believe in this visible moment
trust this cup
But they call me a non-believer
You try to run away
Run away from the world
But then you run away
Run away from yourself
And you don't know the way home
i trust me
Trust my sweat on my hands
trust my heart
believe in love
But they call me a non-believer
than selling me drugs
The great evil is selling answers that don't exist
The answer catches my fear, ignorance and dissatisfaction
A surplus business that sells back to me several times
Eat raw.
destiny, destiny
Salvation seasoned with ideologies
Hunger for an unknown future
The root of all diseases that kicks the present prize
It’s Hell’s kitchen.
of their own home
Gather under the bright red sign
Saying this is the original, stick to your taste
Selling is the same poison
The scariest thing is overeating ideas
If you cook just one meal, the upper leg will be bent
I salivate until I can't hold the spoon
Blind faith, a posture that can only be solved by seeing blood
There’s no way home
Breaking a healthy leg and making me use crutches?
Do you make them chew a poison apple when they are hungry?
Do you make them hold guns and knives instead of hands?
are you clean
Why do you make the ground crawl after breaking your intact wings?
Kick your tongue and point your fingers?
Does it mean that an innocent person can throw a stone?
Isn't it a sin to throw stones?
Oh God, he doesn't love me
I know he doesn't love me
Well, neither do I
Neither do I
We are others
We are the others