Songs & Albums

English Lyrics: “아침은 까맣고” by Loco

Sneak Peek: English lyrics for "Brighten Your Night" by Loco.

“Brighten Your Night” by Loco

It’s a dark morning, but our night is bright.
It’s a dark morning, but our night is bright.
It’s a dark morning, but our night is bright.

It’s a dark morning, but our night is bright.

How much do you know about me?
No, you only know the “me” you see on TV.
They don’t listen to my music.
No, they don’t even look at my Instagram.
I live in reality.
They clap for me behind my back [/literally, head; figuratively, receiving applause when he turns around and leaves the stage].
I fly over a circle-shaped stage,
while they smoke cigarettes at the bottom.
For me, every morning is dark,
and every night is bright—so bright.
I don’t mean
just being a gentleman on Sunday morning [/referring to people who don’t practice what they preach].
The grease stains spreading beneath my feet,
are more bling bling than the rust on a silver spoon [/referring to people who are born rich but rot away].
Our night
may not be more beautiful than your morning,
but we can dream with our eyes open for a long, long time.
Someone said there’s even value in
the approximate minutes and seconds passing by.
So even when I feel hungover,
I still say cheers before taking another shot of soju [/Korea’s own liquor made from rice].
Thanks to the countless mornings I threw away,
even though my body is getting old,
my family’s mornings are getting brighter.

It’s a dark morning, but our night is bright.
It’s a dark morning, but our night is bright.
It’s a dark morning, but our night is bright.

It’s a dark morning, but our night is bright.

After staying up all night,
the early morning meets me and greets me. It’s the time when I finally fall asleep.
Crumpled paper cups and leftover pizza…
My tee shirt is always black. I’m a bit of a gentleman, a man with style and grace.
Honest lyrics and
beats that drive me crazy [/literally, make me scream and shout]
are what brought me here.
I write myself on blank pieces of paper.
The background was gray from the beginning.
Different from Korean Americans, what I invested in
wasn’t my tongue but the body my mom was depending on.
I never put my pen down, not even when I was carrying fried food.
Even when I started to smell like grease, I worked harder.
Five years have flown by since Show Me The Money.
What’s changed is my worry over making a living. I don’t worry anymore.
Nothing else has changed. Like always, I don’t want to be anybody else but me.
The “me” I always planned to be, to become that…

It’s a dark morning, but our night is bright.
It’s a dark morning, but our night is bright.
It’s a dark morning, but our night is bright.

It’s a dark morning, but our night is bright.

Brighten your night.

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