Pump It Up и Dance Dance Revolution

Kr@it

Forall

Dignity - Crash [F]
[romanized - source unknown]

sang sang eui na rae nun i je bi ro seo
seu seu ro reul ui han wan jun han gyul bak i ya
g nu gu do i je neun i si dae ui yut gatun pi hae ja ga a nil su up su
han bun du bun hui dul leo ji nun hang dong eui gyul goa neun
byeo rang kut eui sarm byeo rang kut eui chan song
gyun go han sang gak deul wun nae su su ro reul
chul jeo hi ga du go sang gak eul mook a dua

i si dae neun han gye eui si dae
i myu na neun han gye kut e gook e da da ra
i si dae neun se dae deul eui jin
hang gwa geo eui yuk sul jeok mang sang eui ssu re gi

da si han bun nae bboom neun dam dam han hyang gi
da si han bun nae bboom neun gil go gin hohup
da si han bun nae bboom neun gyun go han godok
da si han bun nae bboom neun woong krin boon no

ggup jil eul deo i sang but gil su up neun
geo chil go ma run hwin g rim ja
sang gak ha neun sa ram dul i goom ju reu doraomyun
g dul e ge i mi nuzen si gan eul sun mool hara

sang sang eui na rae nun i je bi ro seo
seu seu ro reul ui han wan jun han gyul bak i ya
g nu gu do i je neun i si dae ui yut gatun pi hae ja ga a nil su up su
han bun du bun hui dul leo ji nun hang dong eui gyul goa neun
byeo rang kut eui sarm byeo rang kut eui chan song

gyun go han kal nal e bal did ji an un piwasal
uri dul un swin il gop jae byul i a ni ya

[translated - source unknown, provided by poto007]

The wings of imagination have become a personal prison
And all fall victim of this generation
Everything we do brings us closer
to the edge of the cliff, the glorification of the cliff
Clear thoughts imprison me, ensnare my mind

[chorus]
This is the age of limits, and you have reached that limit.

Today in 2003 you are perfect, and then there's me
Living a life between right and wrong
My hands and feet are tied, and I cry out
I can't see, I can't hear, I can't speak, I can't move

This is the age of limits, and you have reached that limit.

The progress of this world's generations
is the waste of the past's ironic delusions

That same slight aroma
That same labored breathing
That same absolute solitude
That same pent-up rage
The white shadow I can
no longer take
The people I think about return, starved
Give them the gift of being too late

The wings of imagination have become a personal prison
And all fall victim of this generation
Everything we do brings us closer to the
edge of the cliff, the glorification of the cliff
The unspoiled blood and flesh, we are not the 57th star!