Sting - 50,000

오늘도 신문에는 또 한 록스타의 죽음 소식이 실렸다
그의 음악과 공연은 여전히 많은 이들에게 기억되고 있지만, 현실의 고통과 중독은 그를 지워갈 뿐이다
우리는 그가 곁에 있는 것처럼 느끼지만, 결국 록스타는 사라질 수밖에 없다

Another obituary in the paper today
One more for the list of those who've already fallen
Another one of our comrades is taken down
Like so many others of our calling
We tweet our anecdotes, our commentary
Or we sing his songs in some sad tribute
While the tabloids are holding a story of kiss and tell
That he's no longer able to deny or refute
50,000 voices rising every time he'd sing
And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him
How well I remember the stadiums we played
And the lights sweeping across a sea of 50,000 souls we'd face
A serious drug that you could never kick
Or one that you couldn't imagine you'd ever replace
We flew like kites on the wings of amphetamine
Secured only to a bass line and a snare drum beat
But really what did any of it mean?
When there's a higher philosophy in reflection and defeat
50,000 voices rising every time he'd sing
And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him
Still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays
Rock Stars don't ever die, they only fade away