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Singosan Ballad

I hear sounds from Singo mountains,
that sound I hear is the echo from the rural village women,
Oram, oram, ohoya, oram, majiyora
It's the sound of the harvest tractor
 
I heard the sound coming, so I went out on the main road
The tractor was filled with fertilizer from Hungnam, sister
Oram, oram, ohoya, oram, majiyora
Fertilizer from Hungnam, sister
 
The harvest flowed so bountifully
Even if you grab just a grain of corn, it's the size of a big baby's forearm.
Oram, oram, ohoya, oram, majiyora
Let's sing for Mt. Singosan
 
At the Mt. Singo festival the sound of Nongak rumbles
Every house is full of a bountiful harvest of rice pots
Oram, oram, ohoya, oram, majiyora
The granary is overflowing
 

Bellflower

Doraji, doraji, doraji!
In the depths of the mountains is white doraji!
Though one or two roots only I pull,
my bamboo basket grows full.
 
Refrain:
 
Eheyo! Eheyo! Eheaeya!
Eoyeorananda! Jihwaja, good!
There at the foot of the mountains, doraji is moving to and fro
 
Doraji, doraji, doraji!
Eunyul Geumsanpo's white doraji!
A root, two roots that I picked up,
in the mountain valley having bumper doraji crop
 
Refrain
 
Doraji, doraji, doraji!
Gangwondo Geumgangsan's white doraji!
Damsels pulling doraji
have such an elegant hand pose.
 
Refrain
 

Arirang

Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo
You are going over Arirang Pass.
 
The one who leaves me,
Shall not walk 10 li before his feet go sore.
 
Just as there are many stars in the clear sky,
There are also many dreams in our heart.
 
There, over there, that mountain is the Baekdusan (Paektu/Baekdu) Mountain,
Where, even in the middle of winter days, flowers bloom.
 
Arirang, Arirang Arariyo,
You are going over Arirang Pass.