The thrill of the boy's steps rumbles to break the bushes
Run jogged while carrying iqrak on the stomach in the chest
At twilight the boy was hanging
Wish the night came with a glowing light
Gloves in kalungkang on the neck
There is also a warrior-made warrior like a swordsman
No visible tired face
Cheers are full of vigor
Yes, that's the village boy when it's dusk
Run through the light bridge
Although his word is only spoken
But eloquently chanting softly
Continue, echoing a hitmah for the sake of a dream...