In your mind you have capacities you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we're about to sing
³ÊÈñ´Â ¸¶À½¼Ó¿¡ ¿ª·®À» Áö´Ï°í ÀÖÀ½À» ¾Ë °Å¾ß
±¤È°ÇÑ ¹ÌÁö¸¦ Åë°úÇØ¼ ¸Þ½ÃÁö¸¦ Àü¼ÛÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â
ºÎµð ³ÊÈñµé ´«À» °¨°í¼ ÁýÁßÀ» ÇØºÁ
³ÊÈñ°¡ »ý°¢ÇÏ´Â ¸ðµç »ý°¢µé·Î
¿ì¸®°¡ ÀÌÁ¦ ºÎ¸£·Á´Â ¼Û°¡¿¡ ¸»¾ß
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
ÀÀ´äÇ϶ó Ç༺°£ ºñÇàüÀÇ Å¾½ÂÀÚµé
ÀÀ´äÇ϶ó Ç༺°£ÀÇ, °¡Àå ºñ¹üÇÑ ºñÇàüÀÇ Å¾½ÂÀÚµé
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
ÀÀ´äÇ϶ó Ç༺°£ ºñÇàüÀÇ Å¾½ÂÀÚµé
ÀÀ´äÇ϶ó Ç༺°£ ºñÇàüÀÇ Å¾½ÂÀÚµé
ÀÀ´äÇ϶ó Ç༺°£ÀÇ, °¡Àå Æ¯º°ÇÑ ºñÇàüÀÇ Å¾½ÂÀÚµé
You've been observing our earth
And we'd like to make a contact with you
We are your friends
³ÊÈñ´Â ¿ì¸®ÀÇ Áö±¸¸¦ °üÂûÇØ¿À°í ÀÖ¾ú´Ù
±×¸®°í ¿ì¸®´Â ³ÊÈñ¿Í Á¢ÃËÇϱ⸦ ¹Ù¶õ´Ù
¿ì¸®´Â ³ÊÈñÀÇ Ä£±¸µéÀÌ´Ù
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary ultra-emissaries
ÀÀ´äÇ϶ó Ç༺°£ ºñÇàüÀÇ Å¾½ÂÀÚµé
ÀÀ´äÇ϶ó Ç༺°£ ÃÖ°í¹Ð»ç ž½ÂÀÚµé
We've been observing your earth
And one night we'll make a contact with you
We are your friends
¿ì¸®´Â ³ÊÈñÀÇ Áö±¸¸¦ °üÂûÇØ¿À°í ÀÖ¾ú´Ù
±×¸®°í ¾î´À ¹ã¿¡ ¿ì¸®´Â ³ÊÈñ¿Í Á¢ÃËÇϰڴÙ
¿ì¸®´Â ³ÊÈñÀÇ Ä£±¸µéÀÌ´Ù
And please come in peace we beseech you
Only a landing will teach them
Our earth may never survive
So do come we beg you
Please interstellar policemen
Won't you give us a sign
Give us a sign that we've reached you
±×¸®°í ºÎµð Æòȷӱ⸦ ¿ì¸® ´ç½Åµé¿¡°Ô °£Ã»ÇÕ´Ï´Ù
´ç½ÅµéÀÌ Âø·úÇØ¾ß¸¸ ÀúµéÀ» °¡¸£Ä¥ ¼ö ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù
¿ì¸®ÀÇ Áö±¸´Â ¾î¼¸é »ì¾Æ³²Áö ¸øÇÕ´Ï´Ù
±×·¯´Ï ²À ¿ÍÁÖ¼¼¿ä ¿ì¸® ´ç½Åµé¿¡°Ô ¾Ö¿øÇÕ´Ï´Ù
Á¦¹ß¿ä ÀºÇϰè(¼º°£) °æ°ü´Ôµé
¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô ½ÅÈ£¸¦ º¸³»Áö ¾Ê³ª¿ä
¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô ¸Þ½ÃÁö°¡ µµ´ÞÇß´Ù´Â ½ÅÈ£¸¦ º¸³»ÁÖ¼¼¿ä
The War Of The Worlds ¼¼°è°£ ÀüÀï (¿ìÁÖÀüÀï) 1978
The Spirit Of Man Àΰ£ÀÇ ¿µÈ¥
Journalist ¹è¿ì ¸®Ã³µå ¹öư: I suddenly noticed the body of a parson, lying on the ground in a ruined churchyard. I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the Red Weed and I decided to bury him decently.
Beth: Nathaniel! Nathaniel!
Journalist: The parson's eyes flickered open. He was alive!
Beth: Nathaniel! I saw the church burst in to flame! Are you all right?
Parson ¼ºÁ÷ÀÚ: Don't touch me!
Beth: But it's me, Beth, your wife!
Parson: No! You're one of them. A devil!
Beth: (to Journalist) He's delirious
Parson: Lies! I saw the devil's sign.
Beth: What are you saying?
Parson: The green flash in the sky. His demons were here all along, in our hearts and souls, just waiting for a sign from him. And now they're destroying our world.
Beth: But they're not devils, they're Martians.
Journalist: We must leave here
Beth: Look! A house is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly.
Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust.
Martians ȼºÀεé: Ulla!
Beth: Dear God - help us!
Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land!
Parson: Listen, do you hear them drawing near
In their search for the sinners?
Feeding on the power of our fear
And the evil within us.
Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread
When the demons arrive
Those alive would be better off dead!
Beth: There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even some things worth dying for
And if one man could stand tall
There would be hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
Parson: Once there was a time when I believed
Without hesitation
That the power of love and truth could conquer all
In the name of salvation
Tell me what kind of weapon is love when it comes to the fight?
And just how much protection is truth against all Satan's might?
Beth: There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even some things worth dying for
And if one man could stand tall
There would be some hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help.
Parson: Didn't I warn them this would happen?
Be on your guard I said
For the evil one never rests
I said exorcise the devil
But no, they wouldn't listen
The demons inside them grew and grew
Until Satan gave his signal
And destroyed the world we knew!
Beth: No, Nathaniel,
Oh no, Nathaniel
No, Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The love we used to know
No, Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
We can restore to life
The light that we have lost
Parson: Now darkness has descended on our land
And all your prayers cannot save us
Like fools we've let the devil take command
Of the souls that God gave us.
To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter we're led
When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead!
Beth: There must be something worth living for.
Parson: No, there is nothing!
Beth: There must be something worth trying for.
Parson: I don't believe it's so.
Beth: Even some things worth dying for,
And if one man could stand tall,
There would be hope for us all,
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man.
Parson: Forget about goodness and mercy, they're gone.
Didn't I warn them...
Pray I said
Destroy the devil I said...
They wouldn't listen
I could have saved the world
But now it's too late
Too late!
Beth: No, Nathaniel
Oh no, Nathaniel
No, Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The love we used to know
No, Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The light that we have lost
Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit!
Journalist: The Martians spent the night making a new machine. It was a squat, metallic spider with huge, articulated claws. But it too had a hood in which a Martian sat. I watched it pursuing some people across a field. It caught them nimbly and tossed them in to a great metal basket upon its back.
Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own?
There is a curse on Mankind,
We may as well be resigned,
To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man.
Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him.