Translation of the song lyrics Mr. Doctor - Epik High, Yankie

Mr. Doctor (original)

의지를 태우려하기 보다는 담배에 불을 붙이고
서로 마주보곤 못하는 대화에 숨을 죽이고
내 삶의 고난은 정부에 눈을 붉히고
누구의 소문은 한 여름 홍수처럼 불리고
타고 있는 아침의 저 태양이 내 몸을
녹여버릴까 두렵다 온 세상이
미소란 감투를 써 내 맘의 안주를 더
하기 위해서 몰핀을 팔에 놔주는 거
굳게 커튼이 닫힌 나의 방 어둠에 빛도 마른 밤
나만의 법과 질서 윤리 안에 신도 잠을 잔
순결의 상징 흰 벽과 천장안에
피로 그린 자유의 도면을 펼쳐 현상하네
(Crazy) 벽에 적힌 낙서
(Crazy) 못 볼 것을 봤어
(Crazy) 갈때까지 갔어
닥쳐 닥쳐 Mr.
Doctor
Blame it on contaminated wisdom, poorly sanitated injections
Gory animated visions, no we can’t evade the system
Or the virus no survivors, you might as well just die on us
The iris on the dollar bill’s got a fukin' eye on us
And George double-u of course troubles you
But your chores muzzle you, what’s yours smuggles you
In this slave trade lie and kill to stay paid
Diet pills and AKs silent hill day trade
Mister missus, this is the business
From kiss to kisses, from dish to dishes
The price on your head is triple sixes
And this is reality, human bestiality
Put a bullet in my cavity to feed your vanity
I’m crazy
앞이 점점 막혀 어두워져
발 딛을 틈이 없어 폐가 깊게 더 젖어
소리쳐 보고 싶지만 내 목소릴 듣고있어
두 손을 활짝 펴 그러나 손목이 잘렸어
대답을 해 원 투 대낮에 전투야
메말라 갈라진 소동에 비명이 전부야
자유는 헛 수고야 비둘기의 깃털 뿐이야
잠에서 깨면 불을 붙여 담배를 털 뿐이야
감투 둘러쓴 썩은 그 손에 작두
매번 내 몸을 잘리지만 잡히지는 않고
전쟁은 끝났지만 복수에 남은 작품
맥박소리에 맞춰 스미는 내 안에 암수

Mr. Doctor (translation)

Light a cigarette rather than try to burn your will
I hold my breath in conversations that we can't see each other
The hardships of my life make the government blush
Whose rumors are called like a midsummer flood
That morning sun that burns my body
I'm afraid that the whole world will melt
A smile is the epitome of a smile, more comforting in my heart
Putting morphine in your arm to do
In the darkness of my room with the curtains firmly closed, the light is dry at night
Shinto sleeps in my own law and order ethics
The symbol of purity in the white walls and ceiling
I unfold the drawing of freedom drawn in blood and develop it
(Crazy) graffiti on the wall
(Crazy) I saw something I couldn't see
(Crazy) I went until I went
Shut up, shut up Mr.
Doctor
Blame it on contaminated wisdom, poorly sanitated injections
Gory animated visions, no we can’t evade the system
Or the virus no survivors, you might as well just die on us
The iris on the dollar bill’s got a fukin' eye on us
And George double-u of course troubles you
But your chores muzzle you, what’s yours smuggles you
In this slave trade lie and kill to stay paid
Diet pills and AKs silent hill day trade
Mister missus, this is the business
From kiss to kisses, from dish to dishes
The price on your head is triple sixes
And this is reality, human bestiality
Put a bullet in my cavity to feed your vanity
I'm crazy
The front is getting blocked and it's getting dark
There is no room to step, so my lungs get wet deeper and deeper
I want to scream but you're hearing my voice
I open my hands wide but my wrists are cut off
Answer me, it's a battle in broad daylight
In the dry cracked commotion, a scream is all it takes
Freedom is nothing but a dove's feather
When I wake up, I just light a fire and smoke a cigarette
In those rotten hands wrapped in a coat of arms
Every time my body is cut off but never caught
The war is over, but the work left for revenge
The male and female inside me that seeps in to the sound of my pulse