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Kyung Park – Ordinary Love Lyrics [English, Romanization]

Kyung Park – Ordinary Love Lyrics [English, Romanization]


 Artist

Title

Album

 Release

Genre 

 Kyung Park

Ordinary Love

Single

2015.09.21

Rap/Hip-Hop


English Lyrics

New person, there will be more and more interesting

While exchanged the obvious words

At the timing that recognized each other

Took courage and did the drunken confession


We shared our hobby

Our nickname chaged ‘hey’ to ‘honey’

It seems familiar scene

Repeated Dejavu


You can feel too, It’s a little bit funny

In the novel, Exposion, Rising acition, Climax

And always the ending is same process

Cool down the temperature of hot romance

It always happen like that, So I can’t predict our relation


But it seemed a little bit wrong

It’s more trembling and thrilling


Is emotiong of the moment to go again as usual?

Or is it different at this time?


Baby I gotta go

Even if it’s done over and over

Even if I have to start over

I don’t give a, (aye!)

You lift me up, then down You’re no ordinary love


Oh boy 

Your behavior, words and expression

You’re not exactly my ideal lady but I’m attracted by you

What can I do (beam!)

You lift me up, then down You’re no ordinary love

I can feel it


Aite


New love New Romance

We nicknamed eachother

We text eachother all day long


I like you more and more

I get used to myself unconciously calling you darling

Repeating Dejavu


I see you on the other side and you’re so beautiful

I like you for sure

I’m worried about you


Are you worried about me?

And then love becomes affection

How could a love define in a day? but


This time it’s different something’s wrong

It’s much bigger and I’m so impatient


Could this be a feeling that passes by?

Or mayby (different)


Baby I gotta go

Even if it’s repeating all over again and again

Even I end up coming back to where I used to be

I don’t give a (aye!)

You lift me up, then down You’re no ordinary love


Oh boy

Your behavior, words and expression

You’re not exactly my ideal lady but I’m attracted by you

What can I do (beam!)

You lift me up, then down You’re no ordinary love

I can feel it


Yo, I’m confused girl

Hey, I’m confused boy


I know I’m concerned about you and it looks silly

But you know what?

It’s kind of self-defence because I’m worried about your mind changes

It’s the same thing so tell me you feel the same as I do

Calm me down I’m like a baby


Baby I gotta go

Even if it’s repeating all over again and again

Even I end up coming back to where I used to be

I don’t give a (aye!)

You lift me up, then down You’re no ordinary love

Romanization

sae-ro-un sa-ram, hŭng-mi-ga saeng-gi-go

ppŏn-ha-di ppŏn-han mal-tŭ-rŭl chu-go-bat-ta.

sŏ-ro nun-ch’i-ch’ae-go in-nŭn t’a-i-ming-e

yong-gi nae ha-nŭn ch’wi-jung-go-baek


kki-wŏ mat-ch’u-dŭt ch’wi-mi-rŭl gong-yu-ha-go

‘r-ya!’-ra bu-rŭ-dŏn ne-ga ja-gi-ga doe-do

nŏ-mu-na ik-su-k’an jang-myŏn ‘ga-t’a ban-bok-toe-nŭn Dejavu


nŏ-do nŭ-kki-ja-na i-gŏ jom ut-ki-ja-na

so-sŏl so-gŭi bal-tan, chŏn-‘gae, wi-gi, chŏl-chŏng, kyŏl-mal-ch’ŏ-rŏm ŏn-je-na

ka-t’ŭn Process ttak kŭ jŏng-do

ttŭ-gŏ-wŏt-ta shing-nŭn nyŏn-ae-ŭi on-do

hang-sang gŭ-rae wat-ki-e ham-bu-ro ch’i-ji-do mo-t’a-nŭn sŏl-le-bal


kŭn-de i-sang-hae jom jal-mot-toen dŭt hae

tŏ sŏl-le-go jo-gŭ-p’ae


p’yŏng-so-ch’ŏ-rŏm tto mŏ-mul-ta ga-nŭn sun-‘gan-ŭi gam-jŏng-il-kka

a-nim hok-shi i-bŏn-en da-rŭl-kka


Baby I gotta go

na ban-bo-gŭi ban-bo-gi-dŏ-ra-do

ta-shi je-ja-ri-ro on-dae-do

I don’t give a (aye!)

nal tŭ-rŏt-ta nwat-ta ha-nŭn nŏ bo-t’ong-i a-nin-‘gŏl


Oh boy

nŏ-ŭi haeng-dong mal-t’u-na p’yo-jŏng

i-sang-hyŏng-gwa-nŭn dal-la-do ja-kku kkŭl-li-nŭn-de

ŏ-tchŏ-ge-sŏ (baam!)

nal tŭ-rŏt-ta nwat-ta

ha-nŭn nŏ bo-t’ong-i a-nin-‘gŏl

I can feel it


a-it


sae-ro-un sa-rang ch’o-ban-ŭi sŏl-lem

ppŏn-ha-di ppŏn-han ae-ch’ing-do bu-t’yŏ-ju-go

on-jong-il but-chap-ko in-nŭn haen-dŭ-p’on so-gen

kkŭn-k’i-ji an-nŭn mun-ja-dŭl


kki-wŏ mat-ch’wŏt-tŏn ‘gŏn-ni jo-a-ji-go

mu-ŭi-shik chung ja-yŏn-sŭ-re nŏl cha-gi-ra bu-rŭ-nŭn mo-sŭp-tŭ-ri

ŏ-din-‘ga ik-su-k’ae ban-bok-toe-nŭn Dejavu


chŏ ma-jŭn-p’yŏn-e-sŏ bo-in

nŏ-ŭi mo-sŭp so beautiful

na-nŭn bun-myŏng ne-ga jo-ŭn-de

i-sang-ha-ge gŏk-chŏng-i dwae


nae-ga gŏk-chŏng-i dwae?

kŭ-rŏ-da sa-rang-i jŏng-i dwae

ŏ-ttŏ-k’e sa-ram ma-ŭm-i ha-ru-a-ch’im-e jŏng-ŭi-dwae but


i-bŏn-en dal-la jom jal-mot-toen-dŭ-t’ae

tŏ k’ŏ-ji-go jo-gŭ-p’ae


p’yŏng-so-ch’ŏ-rŏm tto mŏ-mul-ta ga-nŭn sun-‘gan-ŭi gam-jŏng-il-kka

a-nim hok-shi (different)


Baby I gotta go

na ban-bo-gŭi ban-bo-gi-dŏ-ra-do

ta-shi je-ja-ri-ro on-dae-do

I don’t give a (aye!)

nal tŭ-rŏt-ta nwat-ta ha-nŭn nŏ bo-t’ong-i a-nin-‘gŏl


Oh boy

nŏ-ŭi haeng-dong mal-t’u-na p’yo-jŏng

i-sang-hyŏng-gwa-nŭn dal-la-do ja-kku kkŭl-li-nŭn-de

ŏ-tchŏ-ge-sŏ (baam!)

nal tŭ-rŏt-ta nwat-ta

ha-nŭn nŏ bo-t’ong-i a-nin-‘gŏl

I can feel it


Yo, I’m confused girl

Hey, I’m confused boy


i-rŏn ‘gŏk-chŏng ba-bo ga-t’ŭn ‘gŏ a-ra

kŭn-de sa-shi-rŭn ma-ri-ya

i-gŏn nŏ byŏn-hal-kka bwa hon-ja mŏn-jŏ ha-nŭn ja-gi-bang-ŏ

ka-t’ŭn ‘gŏ-ya gŭ-rŏ-ni na-wa ga-t’ŭl gŏ-ra-go mar-hae-jwŏ

ŏ-rin-ae-ga-ch’i yu-ch’i-han nal tal-lae-jwŏ


Baby I gotta go

na ban-bo-gŭi ban-bo-gi-dŏ-ra-do

ta-shi je-ja-ri-ro on-dae-do

I don’t give a (aye!)

nal tŭ-rŏt-ta nwat-ta ha-nŭn nŏ bo-t’ong-i a-nin-‘gŏl


Oh boy

nŏ-ŭi haeng-dong mal-t’u-na p’yo-jŏng

i-sang-hyŏng-gwa-nŭn dal-la-do ja-kku kkŭl-li-nŭn-de

ŏ-tchŏ-ge-sŏ (baam!)

nal tŭ-rŏt-ta nwat-ta

ha-nŭn nŏ bo-t’ong-i a-nin-‘gŏl

I can feel it

Kyung Park – Ordinary Love Lyrics [English, Romanization]

Kyung Park – Ordinary Love English Lyrics

New person, there will be more and more interesting

While exchanged the obvious words

At the timing that recognized each other

Took courage and did the drunken confession


We shared our hobby

Our nickname chaged ‘hey’ to ‘honey’

It seems familiar scene

Repeated Dejavu


You can feel too, It’s a little bit funny

In the novel, Exposion, Rising acition, Climax

And always the ending is same process

Cool down the temperature of hot romance

It always happen like that, So I can’t predict our relation


But it seemed a little bit wrong

It’s more trembling and thrilling


Is emotiong of the moment to go again as usual?

Or is it different at this time?


Baby I gotta go

Even if it’s done over and over

Even if I have to start over

I don’t give a, (aye!)

You lift me up, then down You’re no ordinary love


Oh boy 

Your behavior, words and expression

You’re not exactly my ideal lady but I’m attracted by you

What can I do (beam!)

You lift me up, then down You’re no ordinary love

I can feel it


Aite


New love New Romance

We nicknamed eachother

We text eachother all day long


I like you more and more

I get used to myself unconciously calling you darling

Repeating Dejavu


I see you on the other side and you’re so beautiful

I like you for sure

I’m worried about you


Are you worried about me?

And then love becomes affection

How could a love define in a day? but


This time it’s different something’s wrong

It’s much bigger and I’m so impatient


Could this be a feeling that passes by?

Or mayby (different)


Baby I gotta go

Even if it’s repeating all over again and again

Even I end up coming back to where I used to be

I don’t give a (aye!)

You lift me up, then down You’re no ordinary love


Oh boy

Your behavior, words and expression

You’re not exactly my ideal lady but I’m attracted by you

What can I do (beam!)

You lift me up, then down You’re no ordinary love

I can feel it


Yo, I’m confused girl

Hey, I’m confused boy


I know I’m concerned about you and it looks silly

But you know what?

It’s kind of self-defence because I’m worried about your mind changes

It’s the same thing so tell me you feel the same as I do

Calm me down I’m like a baby


Baby I gotta go

Even if it’s repeating all over again and again

Even I end up coming back to where I used to be

I don’t give a (aye!)

You lift me up, then down You’re no ordinary love

Kyung Park – Ordinary Love Romanization

sae-ro-un sa-ram, hŭng-mi-ga saeng-gi-go

ppŏn-ha-di ppŏn-han mal-tŭ-rŭl chu-go-bat-ta.

sŏ-ro nun-ch’i-ch’ae-go in-nŭn t’a-i-ming-e

yong-gi nae ha-nŭn ch’wi-jung-go-baek


kki-wŏ mat-ch’u-dŭt ch’wi-mi-rŭl gong-yu-ha-go

‘r-ya!’-ra bu-rŭ-dŏn ne-ga ja-gi-ga doe-do

nŏ-mu-na ik-su-k’an jang-myŏn ‘ga-t’a ban-bok-toe-nŭn Dejavu


nŏ-do nŭ-kki-ja-na i-gŏ jom ut-ki-ja-na

so-sŏl so-gŭi bal-tan, chŏn-‘gae, wi-gi, chŏl-chŏng, kyŏl-mal-ch’ŏ-rŏm ŏn-je-na

ka-t’ŭn Process ttak kŭ jŏng-do

ttŭ-gŏ-wŏt-ta shing-nŭn nyŏn-ae-ŭi on-do

hang-sang gŭ-rae wat-ki-e ham-bu-ro ch’i-ji-do mo-t’a-nŭn sŏl-le-bal


kŭn-de i-sang-hae jom jal-mot-toen dŭt hae

tŏ sŏl-le-go jo-gŭ-p’ae


p’yŏng-so-ch’ŏ-rŏm tto mŏ-mul-ta ga-nŭn sun-‘gan-ŭi gam-jŏng-il-kka

a-nim hok-shi i-bŏn-en da-rŭl-kka


Baby I gotta go

na ban-bo-gŭi ban-bo-gi-dŏ-ra-do

ta-shi je-ja-ri-ro on-dae-do

I don’t give a (aye!)

nal tŭ-rŏt-ta nwat-ta ha-nŭn nŏ bo-t’ong-i a-nin-‘gŏl


Oh boy

nŏ-ŭi haeng-dong mal-t’u-na p’yo-jŏng

i-sang-hyŏng-gwa-nŭn dal-la-do ja-kku kkŭl-li-nŭn-de

ŏ-tchŏ-ge-sŏ (baam!)

nal tŭ-rŏt-ta nwat-ta

ha-nŭn nŏ bo-t’ong-i a-nin-‘gŏl

I can feel it


a-it


sae-ro-un sa-rang ch’o-ban-ŭi sŏl-lem

ppŏn-ha-di ppŏn-han ae-ch’ing-do bu-t’yŏ-ju-go

on-jong-il but-chap-ko in-nŭn haen-dŭ-p’on so-gen

kkŭn-k’i-ji an-nŭn mun-ja-dŭl


kki-wŏ mat-ch’wŏt-tŏn ‘gŏn-ni jo-a-ji-go

mu-ŭi-shik chung ja-yŏn-sŭ-re nŏl cha-gi-ra bu-rŭ-nŭn mo-sŭp-tŭ-ri

ŏ-din-‘ga ik-su-k’ae ban-bok-toe-nŭn Dejavu


chŏ ma-jŭn-p’yŏn-e-sŏ bo-in

nŏ-ŭi mo-sŭp so beautiful

na-nŭn bun-myŏng ne-ga jo-ŭn-de

i-sang-ha-ge gŏk-chŏng-i dwae


nae-ga gŏk-chŏng-i dwae?

kŭ-rŏ-da sa-rang-i jŏng-i dwae

ŏ-ttŏ-k’e sa-ram ma-ŭm-i ha-ru-a-ch’im-e jŏng-ŭi-dwae but


i-bŏn-en dal-la jom jal-mot-toen-dŭ-t’ae

tŏ k’ŏ-ji-go jo-gŭ-p’ae


p’yŏng-so-ch’ŏ-rŏm tto mŏ-mul-ta ga-nŭn sun-‘gan-ŭi gam-jŏng-il-kka

a-nim hok-shi (different)


Baby I gotta go

na ban-bo-gŭi ban-bo-gi-dŏ-ra-do

ta-shi je-ja-ri-ro on-dae-do

I don’t give a (aye!)

nal tŭ-rŏt-ta nwat-ta ha-nŭn nŏ bo-t’ong-i a-nin-‘gŏl


Oh boy

nŏ-ŭi haeng-dong mal-t’u-na p’yo-jŏng

i-sang-hyŏng-gwa-nŭn dal-la-do ja-kku kkŭl-li-nŭn-de

ŏ-tchŏ-ge-sŏ (baam!)

nal tŭ-rŏt-ta nwat-ta

ha-nŭn nŏ bo-t’ong-i a-nin-‘gŏl

I can feel it


Yo, I’m confused girl

Hey, I’m confused boy


i-rŏn ‘gŏk-chŏng ba-bo ga-t’ŭn ‘gŏ a-ra

kŭn-de sa-shi-rŭn ma-ri-ya

i-gŏn nŏ byŏn-hal-kka bwa hon-ja mŏn-jŏ ha-nŭn ja-gi-bang-ŏ

ka-t’ŭn ‘gŏ-ya gŭ-rŏ-ni na-wa ga-t’ŭl gŏ-ra-go mar-hae-jwŏ

ŏ-rin-ae-ga-ch’i yu-ch’i-han nal tal-lae-jwŏ


Baby I gotta go

na ban-bo-gŭi ban-bo-gi-dŏ-ra-do

ta-shi je-ja-ri-ro on-dae-do

I don’t give a (aye!)

nal tŭ-rŏt-ta nwat-ta ha-nŭn nŏ bo-t’ong-i a-nin-‘gŏl


Oh boy

nŏ-ŭi haeng-dong mal-t’u-na p’yo-jŏng

i-sang-hyŏng-gwa-nŭn dal-la-do ja-kku kkŭl-li-nŭn-de

ŏ-tchŏ-ge-sŏ (baam!)

nal tŭ-rŏt-ta nwat-ta

ha-nŭn nŏ bo-t’ong-i a-nin-‘gŏl

I can feel it

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