Girls Generation I Got a Boy - Promise (Romanization)
Hancham kkumkkwo watdeon maeiri
naege chajawado
seolmyeonghal su eobtneun apeumi
onmome peojyeo
gakkeum ssigeun na honja itgo sipgo
cham manheun siseoni jom himgyeowo
pyeong beomhan ilsang soge jamgyeoseo
sumswigo sipeul ttae
“What about us? What about love?”
nal ireukyeo juneun i hanmadi
geudae pume aneun chaero
ttaseuhage gamssa juneyo
hwaryeohan jomyeongi kkeojimyeon
haruga kkeutnago
chyeojin eokkae sog teong bin i mam..
eojjeol su eobtjyo
kkog sumgyeodun nae mam dudeurineyo
kkamkkamhan sigan sog gijeog cheoreom
bicheuro nal hwanhi balghyeo jwoyo
geudae tto dasi
“What about us? What about love?”
nal ireukyeo juneun i hanmadi
geudae pume aneun chaero
ttaseuhage gamssa juneyo
hangeoreum man deo gakkai
jogeum man deo ttatteutage
uri duri hamkkerago
songarag geolgo Promise to you
danji gomab daneun
mallo dahal sun eobtget jiman
igeot maneun gieoghaeyo
nal utge haneun You’re my love
“What about us? What about love?”
nal ireukyeo juneun i hanmadi
geudae pume aneun chaero
ttaseuhage gamssa juneyo
hangeoreum man deo gakkai
jogeum man deo ttatteutage
geudaewa na hamkkerago
songarag geolgo Promise to you
Promise to you…ooh…
Promise to you…ooh..
Girls Generation I Got a Boy - Promise (English)
Indescribable pain
spreads throughout the
whole body though the daily life that
I’ve dreamed look me up.
I want to be alone sometimes and
so many attention makes it hard.
When I want to breathe
swamped in an ordinary life
“What about us? What about love?”
This brief phrase raises me up.
You cuddle me in
your bosom warmly.
When glaring lights are turned off,
a day goes by. I cannot control my
sloping shoulders
and empty mind.
You knock my mind I was hiding
like a miracle in dark hours.
You light me up
with your bright again.
“What about us? What about love?”
This brief phrase raises me up.
You cuddle me in
your bosom warmly.
Only a step closer to me
and a bit more warmly.
We pinkie swear that we’re
together forever. Promise to you.
Just remember this
only though
I can’t tell how thankful I am.
You make me laugh. You’re my love.
“What about us? What about love?”
This brief phrase raises me up.
You cuddle me in
your bosom warmly.
Only a step closer to me
and a bit more warmly.
We pinkie swear that we’re
together forever. Promise to you.
Promise to you…ooh…
Promise to you…ooh..
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