Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Don't Call Me Mama
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Don't Call Me Mama
Say ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
ne ga bap so shi ni
ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
a ju sang jo ni ji
ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
no nun so ni yom
ni ba ryom ni
ji gyo ji gyo
Don't Call Me Mama
What's My Name,
What's My Name
Moon HeeGyung
omma i gi jo ne
mot chi ni rum sok
ja Moon HeeGyung wow!
net ta run shik ken
ne ge mu shi jo
chi ga je il
jal lan jul la ra
uk kyo no nun
tak jungi pyon
Eh, no nun gen na
son na rep pa nya
kop pang gwi
kyot ji man
You Feel That Mother Mother
Call Me se non ni
it jin a jum ma gat ta
go om ma rul nol lyo (bi jos so)
mos shi so
ham ma di ga
o ryom ni (Omma mot jo)
nom mil lyo so
sa we ay son
dang dang han de
chi be so nun cha ga jo
ba da gat tun
ku mul kwo do
nan omma ra nun nap pa son
ji gut ji gut te
go mu jang ga be
at chi man
nun bo ryo bo ryo le
kom myon ni ga hek ow
i je ne i se
mot chi ge sal le
ot chap pi a du run Song Minho
hwi jo,
i mu de ye
hong su ga na ge
hwi jo,
mi suk pa ru rul
sok du shi
hwi jo,
du mo ja ga ne Chemistry
jil tu nan da myon
nu jot chi nu jos sok
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Don't Call Me Mama
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Don't Call Me Mama (Omma!)
Say ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
ne ga bap so shi ni
ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
a ju sang jo ni ji
ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
no nun so ni yom
ni ba ryom ni
ji gyo ji gyo
Don't Call Me Mama
sa shil na nun
hal ma ri yop ji
omma han te jon hwa gi do
wi ju ma ne han bon shik
sa rang he ran
ma rer ner
mu jo gu ro hwa gin nek
I Love You Mom
myot da re
han bon man na go
he yo jil ten
po po do ham
i ron jo ron
nel dul lo bo run don
nu ro bit chu gap ko
me dal chon na re nun
sang wal bi rul bo ne
ok ke pi ra go
jan so ri nun ne ga
do man ni ye
pi ryo wa myon
ma ra da go
pyon ni he wen
nol lo ga shi
ra go o di so du Stress
pul go o shi ra go Okay
a bo ji ja dong
cha bak go ju kei yo
chang mu nu bang tan yu ri
bu wok gen dai
ya shang dul li
gu res so ne ga do bap pu ji
ku bo da jon na jum ja ju weh
ha ru we han bo nun
nim du ne
hyo do ru ra nun
gem mal ga nun da ru ge
o ryo wo Omma an te ja re
hwi jo,
i mu de ye
hong su ga na ge
hwi jo,
mi suk ka ru rul
sok du shi
hwi jo,
du mo ja ga ne Chemistry
jil tu nan da myon
nu jot chi nu jos sok
non na na de jim ma
nan nem mot de ro sal ko ya
(i jen bek se shi de ya)
gu re gon nom
ma ay ban nangi yah (kom nyah)
gil gil de nun shik ki
du run Kill Kill
o run pi ye pi ye
mo du ji ji (cho!)
omma gi jo ne
chong chu ni ya
i got du ra My Dreams
Will Come True
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Don't Call Me Mama
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Omma ya (wet to bul lo)
Don't Call Me Mama (Omma!)
Say ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
ne ga bap so shi ni
ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
a ju sang jo ni ji
ji gyo ji gyo
ji gyo ji gyo
no nun so ni yom
ni ba ryom ni
ji gyo ji gyo
Don't Call Me Mama
Omma ya
ENGLISH Translation
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Don’t call me mama
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Don’t call me mama
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this,
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this
Am I your rice cooker
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this,
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this
You’re a master
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this,
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this
Don’t you have hands or feet?
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this
Don’t call me mama (Say what)
What’s my name, What’s my name (Moon Heekyung)
Before I was a mother, my cool name is Moon Heekyung
My daughter is chic, she ignores me
She thinks she’s the best
Funny, you’re exactly a twelvy
You think everyone raps
I snorted, you feel that mother mother
Call me tough sister
You tease me saying I look like an auntie bully? (I’m sulky)
“You’re cool” is that one sentence that hard to say (Mum, you’re cool)
You’re pushed away
Confident in society but small at home
I dream of a dream like the ocean
But I’m a wrecked ship because I’m a mother
I’m sick of this, I want to throw away my rubber gloves with apron
If you’re not happy then you do it (huh)
I want to live my life cooly from now on
After all, my son is Song Minho!
We’re gonna stir this stage up until it floods
Just like stirring up roasted rice flour
Stir it up, both mother and son’s chemistry
If you’re jealous, then it’s too late, too late
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Don’t call me mama
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Don’t call me mama
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this,
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this
Am I your rice cooker
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this,
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this
You’re a master
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this,
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this
Don’t you have hands or feet?
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this
Don’t call me mama (Say what)
Actually, I don’t have anything to say
I call my mother once every two weeks
I say “I love you” mandatorily
I love you mom
Meeting her once after a few months
I kiss her when we part
I pay debts with money I earn with work here and there
Every first day of the month, I send her money
Relax your shoulders
I nag more than her,
telling her if you need it then tell me
Go for a holiday comfortably
Go anywhere where you can relieve your stress
Okay, I’ll change your car for you father
Car door to be bulletproof glass
Kitchen to have diamond chandeliers
That’s why I’m busier
Call more often rather than those
It’s hard to do it once everyday
Being a good son is harder than being said
It’s hard, be good to your mother
We’re gonna stir this stage up until it floods
Just like stirring up roasted rice flour
Stir it up, both mother and son’s chemistry
If you’re jealous, then it’s too late, too late
You don’t get nosy
I will live my life my way
(It’s now the 100 year old generation)
Yeah, this is your mother’s rebellion (You care?)
Bastards who are snickering, kill kill
Quick avoid avoid, all mice mice (hit)
It was youth before mother, you all
My dreams will come true
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Don’t call me mama
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Mother (Why are you calling me again)
Don’t call me mama
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this,
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this
Am I your rice cooker
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this,
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this
You’re a master
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this,
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this
Don’t you have hands or feet?
I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this
Don’t call me mama (Mom~!)
Credits:
Eng - @minocentury (winnertranslator)
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