The night passed and the fever passed and
Life did not go back
New spring new, hot tulip patrol
Nem was ripped, ghostly washed the air
With a dew, the butterfly was impregnated
On the hand of the power of the fate of the fate
Bitter and sweet memories beside the sadness
Until I wrote I came up with my way
With all the broken Bali, the head was overwhelmed
Fallen into the bond, I captive, I captive, I captured
Wow on my way, O God, take my hand, take my hand
Improved wrestling, a day of day, O
Wow on my way, O God, take my hand, take my hand
Hand of the steering wheel, back my back with the truth
With all the inhumane, gives me advice
