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'Song of Ariran' (Old Korean folksong of exile and prison and national humiliation) Ariran, Ariran, Arari o! Crossing the hills of Ariran There are tweleve hills of Ariran And now I'm crossing the last hill. many stars in the deep sky Many crimes in the life Ariran, Ariran, Arari O! Crossing the hills of Ariran. Ariran is the mountain of sorrow And the path to Ariran has no returning. Ariran, Ariran, Arari O! Crossing the hills of Ariran. Oh, twenty million countrymen where are you now? Alive are only three thousand li of mountains and rivers. Ariran, Ariran, Arari O! Crossing the hills of Ariran. Now I am an exile crossing the Yalu River And the mountains and rivers of three thounsand li are also lost. Ariran, Ariran, Arari O! Crossing the hills of Ariran. "±è»ê ( íåò¤Õ¥ )ÀÇ È¨ÆäÀÌÁö" http://www.arirangsong.com/kimsan.html "ÇѹÎÁ·¾Æ¸®¶û¿¬ÇÕȸ"ÀÇ È¨ÆäÀÌÁö http://www.arirangsong.com |