Oh, Gary Moore
Without you here in the streets of Shinchon^
Carol songs are playing
Maybe not, maybe I’m a fool
Oh, I’m scared, without you here
My bed, I will have to make it myself tomorrow morning
So lonely
If poverty is a sin, then I’m sinful too
I didn’t even have the transportation money for love
If love is a sin, I committed a big sin
But the tears that I’ve shed
Those tears are not sins
*Trala trala trala, come back
Trala trala trala trala
I love you, trala
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
Tralala, you’re my tralala
Last night you visited me in my dreams
The two of us had wings
And we flied together higher than the clouds
You looked at me and said you loved me
*Repeat
Trala trala trala, shout
Trala trala trala tralala
Answer, tralala
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I’ll wait, tralala
*Repeat
^Shinchon is a neighborhood surrounded with colleges and known for its night life
