The wingspan of our wings is getting weaker
The aurora night is slowly pitching
The night kidung nun boisterous
mutually blustering ramaikan dark
We can not reach the destination, honey
Too short-sighted we block the road
Medium arutala improperly pasi pusah broken
After repeating you slashed the side of his check
Behold, the night of pancarona is increasingly oblivious
While we are just turning around on lakuna
Looking for the tip teroka we will make the house
While I was tired of accompanying a step that was not directed
I want to fly in the spring that I created myself
Bring only the child's eyes of trepid doubts
Bring also a storm that blocks the affection hall
And anala that often scorch the dream
It's hard to paint a rainbow, honey
If only candramawa we have
It is not easy for our hands to be interlocked
We are both crying slowly
Catching a match that is not matching
Tembuk: stabbed until translucent
check: the hard part
Teroka: Open a new area or land
Candramawa: black mixed with white
Lakuna: empty space
arutala: moon
Pancarona: various colors
adara: praise2
arutala: the moon
anala: fire
affection: affection
