Текст IU – Pastel Crayon (크레파스; Keurepaseu)

Romanized:

Jigeum bominji gaeurinji mollayo
Hangyeouriramyeon tto eottaeyo
Noga da eobseojil mankeum

Yojeum nalssiga jeongmal jonneyo
Aniraedo sasil alge mwoya
Seoul gonggiga ireokena dalkomhaesseonnayo

U.. mwodeunji geuryeoyo
Da dwaejulgeyo keurepaseucheoreom saekchilhaeyo
Black or yellow geuryeojwoyo
Amudo boji motan
Geudae mam sok pantajireul naegeman oh love

Sweet line geuryeojwoyo
Touch line manjyeojwoyo
Meoritgyeol han ol han olkkaji da
Budeureopge sweet line soksagyeojwo
Feel line dadeumeojwo
Apeuji anheul mankeum du sone gadeuk damajwo
Uu ye

Geunde jeongmal geureoke naega jonnayo
Iyureul kok jibeo malhaejwoyo
Daeche naui eotteon moseubi geudae mameul hollyeosseulkka
Haruedo myeot beonssik mutneun naega
Gwichanhado daedaphaejwo love

Sweet line geuryeojwoyo
Touch line manjyeojwoyo
Songarak madimadikkaji da
Budeureopge sweet line soksagyeojwo
Feel line dadeumeojwo

Keurepaseu eollukdeuri geudae sone da mudeo
Kkeunjeokgeoril ttaekkaji aicheoreom gyesok

U.. mwodeunji geuryeoyo
Da dwaejulgeyo keurepaseucheoreom saekchilhaeyo
Black or yellow geuryeojwoyo

Sweet line geuryeojwoyo
Touch line manjyeojwoyo
Meoritgyeol han ol han olkkaji da
Budeureopge sweet line soksagyeojwo
Feel line dadeumeojwo
Apeuji anheul mankeum du sone gadeuk damajwo

English translation:

I don’t know if it’s spring or fall
And if it’s winter, who cares?
You touch me all day to the point where it all melts away

The weather is so nice these days
Even if it’s not, who cares?
Was the Seoul air always this sweet?

You can draw anything
I’ll be anything for you, color me like a pastel crayon
Black or yellow, draw it for me
The fantasy in your heart that no one else has seen
Only for me, oh love

Sweet line, draw for me
Touch line, touch me
Each and every strand of my hair
Softly, sweet line, whisper to me
Feel line, make me beautiful
Fill up my hands only till it doesn’t hurt

Do you really like me that much?
Tell me the specific reason
What about me possessed your heart?
If I ask you several times a day
Even if it’s annoying, answer me, love

Sweet line, draw for me
Touch line, touch me
Each and every strand of my hair
Softly, sweet line, whisper to me
Feel line, make me beautiful
Fill up my hands only till it doesn’t hurt

The crayon gets on your hands
Keep going until your hands get sticky like a child

You can draw anything
I’ll be anything for you, color me like a pastel crayon
Black or yellow, draw it for me

Sweet line, draw for me
Touch line, touch me
Each and every strand of my hair
Softly, sweet line, whisper to me
Feel line, make me beautiful
Fill up my hands only till it doesn’t hurt