With tears are dry, We stood on the roadside.
With a silent sobs,
We ask for help.
We swallowed the sound noise of traffic,
We consumed a voice shrill screams Motor,
Mother ... ... ...
Mr ... ... ...
Grandma ... ... ...
Grandfather ... ... ...
Mrs. Dee ... ....
Mr. Dee ... ..
President ... ..
Mother President
Gusti Allah ...
Gusti Satan ..
Rose .... My Son
Get up ....
Swing your step ...
Open your eyes ....
Tears your Heart ....
Look around you
That evening look ...
That's Your Future, Child Future of the Dark
Future full of Marijuana ..
Future full of Melancholy ...
Future full Nastyness ..
Do not Cry, My Son,
Do not be Crying about your life,
Do not Damn your cries,
Do not Sob your Fate ...
Because We All sit here,
200 meters from where you are lying,
200 meters from where you fall asleep,
Enjoying Expensive Wine,
Enjoying Lust ,
Swallowing Physical Lust,
Our Laughter will swallow your tears
Our hips shaking will make a fun at you Our Smile will punish you Our Luxury Train puffing dust at you
Stare at this Dusk, My Son
Look for daylight,
When night arrives ...
Then the night will remove expectations
Then the night would tense up
Then the night will tear the soul
Where Tomorrow Morning ....
Where the morning song dew
You do not necessarily get
You do not necessarily enjoy ...
Because the night may have been consuming
Your Dirty Soul and Body
Your Trashy Soul and Body.
Enjoy this Dusk, my Son
Maybe this is the last time you'll see ...
Because the next morning .... may
Just a Dream ....
Do not Close Your Eyes,
Do not Close Your Ears,
Because We're at the Palace
That is not far from you,
Will continue to laugh,
Big Partying will continue ....
Ask yourself,
"Who Will Defend Us? " Our Answer at the Palace .... "Hahahaha, Do you things We Care."
"Hahahaha, Who's Child Are You."
"Hahahaha, Blame Your Mother, the One who gave you birth."
"Hahahaha, You're Only Homeless Children."
While partying ... JackFruit.
And the other Says,
"Just ask the swaying grass, hahahaha."
Jack Soetopo
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