《World Geumgung Sports Association's Words of the Day》Maet Binari from…

~President of the World Geumgung Sports Association, publisher of KTN Korea Communications Association~

Photo Explanation: Nonamegi, contained in the story of Beoseon, the last book of Baek Ki-wan, director of the Institute for Unification Affairs, means "a world where you and I live well."

On February 15, 2021, Baek Ki-wan, head of the Unification Research Institute, passed away at the age of 89 after fighting against the disease.

Director Baek Ki-wan, who was called the eldest adult of the progressive movement camp, is a writer who exchanged with academia through self-study and the original author of the march for his appointment.

The basis of the lyrics of the marching song for Im is the deceased's poem "Moe Binari," which means Binari of Gangsan Mountain, which is natural and must be achieved.

Möt Banari, an epic poem that guides the revolutionary struggle for the awakening and living of the people, was written in December 1980 during the sad dictatorship, but 10 years later, it was included in the book Young Day of Baek Ki-wan in December 1990.

Möt Binari - White Kiwan

The first step.

Just take one step and risk your life.

If you risk your life, even if you're a dancer,

I can't balance myself.

Put all the weight on that step.

You lift the frozen ground with that step.

Lift up the bare floor with a step.

Throw the murderer's frame upside down.

If you lift it up, turn it over. If you lift it up, turn it over again.

When the wind blows crazy,

Young dancer.

With your toes, just one body.

I don't think it's a mammoth.

The sky and the ground like millstones.

The rotten sky and the ground, buck buck buck, buck,

Turn history around with your waist and forearms.

When I'm told to go around,

I'll beat him with one by one.

When the flesh of death is formed,

And those who fell down due to son-in-law.

Where is there a handful of land for you to bury?

Where is the flower bier?

I can't even ride the opposite side, so I'll dry it up in a rotten straw mat.

I'm going to throw it away anywhere.

But don't be afraid of it.

The legs and arms are torn apart.

The fox took off the belly meat.

The rest of the flesh is torn apart by a horse dung.

Deng-Ring. A skull bowl that leaves only resentment.

Then, the sound of the heating that's made up...

I'm leaving you.

The world's con artist is stronger than his eyes.

The politicians who are the masters of intimidation leave you.

However, I couldn't stand the cold at dawn.

The sound of an oak tree freezing.

Jjung, Jjung, are there any sounds that hurt your back?

That sound is from heaven.

I hit the dead again.

The sound of the owner's harsh beating.

A grudge against the heavens.

Even the edge of your last resentment,

It's the harsh sound of those who want to kill.

Instead, get up wriggling at the beat.

I'm not telling you to get up with just one person's strength.

A frozen land. Grabbing a stone root and wriggling.

Finally, I'm going to squeeze

You have to get up with that power.All right.

His wide open eyes are curly.

The monkfish that I held with all my might crumble my nose.

The horn is burning red with a bat

That's right.

It's so red, it's burning up with him

My friend.

Set fire to the people's guts.

The small iron splits up and opens the board.

The jang-go calls out a bunch.

The gong hits the road and makes a path.

The drum is rushing, that wall of division

Embrace the night castle of the Empire and collapse.

Collapse on the ground soaked in blood

The story of the fighters who went first...

Like dew.

Can you hear a sobbing sound somewhere?

Love, honor, and name.

A hot pledge to go out for the rest of my life

The fight was brave, but the flag was torn apart.

As time goes by,

I know the winding river.

My friend, don't shake until the new day comes.

Even reeds stand up and shout endlessly

Get up, get up.

Screaming bloodstained cheers

Are you going ahead?

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, live.

The music is high,

There's a storm again.

If you shake it off,

If you can't do that again,

If I take out my nails and it doesn't work with that,

I'll squeeze the radish in there...

That ridiculous Akkhuni...

Do you know what kind of thing this world is doing?

It's the act of a wolf.

A tiger that eats people...

He kills people and eats them.

Raising people alive and eating nerves and meridians...

It's the actions of the last animals left in the world.

The toenail with torn wings.

You're a hawk-like dancer.

At this time

You have to let go of the grass that you caught on a steep cliff.All right.

A slave's gesture that stuck to his life.

It's a nonsense dance. It only has gestures.

It's a struggle that didn't have a dance.

There's dance, but there's no price for grass porridge.

Praise for all those vain dreams.

The vainness of the excitement is on your body.

I shouldn't even take care of a long time.All right.

However, in that pile of ashes

At the very bottom of your head,

A greater anger than the depth of the universe.

Is there a person's life that can't be extinguished?

Use that flame to protect yourself.

Then, at the tip of my toes,

It's already the soul of the people.

Digging in like a shortstop

Even with the broken waist,

People's blood crawled like thieves.

The shoulder movement is like a willow, and the wind is blowing.

It's this gesture. That's right. Straight wooden body.

Hey, why don't you know that?

A dancer is supposed to be...

It's a sign that you're born with his own rhythm.

That's right.

According to the beat of the fighting scene,

My friend, my muscles are wide open.

Hug a worker's arms like a bride.

You have to let go of yourself right there.All right.

Love, honor, and name.

My whole body became a handful of sweat

You have to disappear into the river of liberation without a doubt

One dancer finally gets his own dance.

My friend.

Although I'm an unnamed soldier,

Hit their shoulders with them.

Like a giant flounder

Shake off the false shells of those who have it.

He shook himself off the shell of the world.

The world of liberation.

That's right. You have to make it right away.All right.

It's the world of victory.

Right, who lost?

A young dancer who's still winning even if we're down.

Oh, the bare floor of our Exorcism, bring about the first mampan of mankind.

The pride that you touch with your whole body tastes it'

The climax of victory, the mampan.

You're the main character of the thrilling communication.

I feel so bad for that ruins.

On top of the ruins where everyone is stamping their feet,

He's the killer of the century.

Heals all the physical struggles. Get excited.

This rotten, rubbing world

The sky and the ground are like millstones.

Turn history around with your waist and forearms.

Even if the wick crumbles to the end,

I'll kick myself to the ground and stand up.

Like the sprout of the earth, it's me.

Young dancer.

Walk your life on the right foot.

- Quote from the president of the World Geumgung Sports Association, Maet Binari from Baek Ki-wan, director of the Institute for Unification Studies. -

2021. 2.16. 06:00

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