They call with a whistle
“A friend” I smile
Only to deform at sight of the "duka"
They whistle instead of my name
Or they think I don’t have one
So I look back but it wasn’t me they wanted
They whistle, seeking my attention
My stomach rumbles for the bone in their hand
Last time I swung my tail for it
I got a duka in the face
I won’t fall for it, I know the trick
Won’t he stoop for the duka again?
I have to eat, I will take the risk
If I get hit, I will heal again.
Jera
Aku terus berjalan dibelakangmu
Yang tampak hanya punggungmu
Inginku merengkuhmu tapi ku tak mampu, kasihku
Inginku menyapamu namun ku tak sanggup, cintaku
Haruskah hasratku terpenuhi hanya dengan pandangi punggungmu?
Aku sangat ingin menatap wajahmu
Terengkuh kedalam peluk dadamu
Namun ku takut
Karena jeraku pada gagal
Karena jeraku pada luka
Duka karena cinta
Maaf kasih, kuhanya kan sapa punggungmu…
Discouraged
I keep on walking behind you
Your back is all I eye-sense, very true
I’d like to reach you in my stalking, darling
I want to say hi but it’s stopped in cries, honey
Should my passion be fulfilled,
Only by seeing your back in wilt?
I’m dying to see your face,
Got reached into your warmth
But I’m too afraid to embrace
Cos my discouraged hasn't been calmed
Cos my scared of scratched heart,
Of my past mourning love
I’m sorry for me, can never go onward
The dearest, only your back can see my love dove
Kedai usang di tepi jalan
lambang kasih bonda
tanda keringat perit ayahanda
pun sepi di tepi jalan
tiada pelanggan
tiada lagi suara penuh mesra
tiada lagi pesanan ke udara
tiada lagi apa - apa
pun lena ditelan kenangan
kisah cinta dan kasih
bonda dan ayahanda
yang penuh pedih, luka dan duka
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