SALT AIR
Sings at his family's seafood restaurant on Sundays and has never told his label
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.39
- vocal at
- 3.0s
- length
- 7:20
- language
- Ko
lyrics
(sogeum baram) Ilyoil ohu-e abeoji-ui sikdang The tanks hum like a held breath at the back of the room Sogeum-i changmun-e sseun geot-cheoreom Salt writes on the window in a hand nobody taught it And I sing here where the light is bad Where the good notes go into the fish and the tiles And nobody claps because nobody knows to Salt air, salt air, salt air, salt air Everything I love is preserved in something that stings Salt air, salt air, salt air, salt air And the sea keeps what it takes, and keeps it whole Hoesa-neun ije nae moksori-reul soyu-hae The label owns the voice, the Sundays are still mine Abeoji-neun mureobo-ji anha, geunyang gonggi-reul deutneunda He does not ask. He listens to the room and nods. Iren geon jeongmal saranghae, raneun mal-ui daesin-ida. This is what we say instead of saying it. Two men and a tank of water and a Sunday, saying it. Salt air, salt air, salt air, salt air Everything I love is preserved in something that stings Salt air, salt air, salt air, salt air And the sea keeps what it takes, and keeps it whole (salt air...)