Jakarta, yesterday I came to your city, Jakarta
Right said people, Jakarta is too busy
Until I forget to say good morning
Every corner of this city is pulse
At the end of the sidewalk, the singers missed their homes
Behind the walls hands dancing
Jakarta is probably savanna
Or barren fields
What I know is the tired breath
The land is fragile footsteps
I never believed Jakarta
Too many dead dreams
Although not a little desperate to be real
Maybe there really are hidden pearls here
I will come again
For pearls like Elves
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