Sayang, aku tak buta
sering pulang malam bukan berarti tak cinta
Dinding-dinding mulai meretak tak mampu menahan
gemertak maki tanpa basa-basi terhunus menikam
Aku memang tak sempurna
belum mampu berimu apa-apa
Atap dan lantai kini kian merangas dan berleburan
tak sanggup mendengar bingar murka gaduh berhamburan
Rumah ini bukan rumah,
terlalu asing untukku pulang dan merebah
Rumah ini bukan rumah,
andai ku bosan mungkin nanti kurenovasi,
gunakan tulang belulangmu sebagai pondasi
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BalasHapusUnfortunately, I'm not blind, i'm kuzuma.
BalasHapusoften go home the evening doesn't mean don't love
forget it.. Now, look at the wall..
The walls started cracking unable to holdcrackle
crackle invective unceremoniously stabbed unsheathed
I'm not perfect, as i told you before, i'm kuzuma.
has not been able to give you a nothing
The roof and floor are now increasingly molt and Melting
could not hear the loud noise wrath poured
The house is not a home, hhhmmm..
too foreign for me to go home and lie down
The house is not a home, the house is the house and home is home,
like red is not blue and bule is not red.
only time is money.
if I get bored maybe later i call designer interior,
use your bones as foundation, and cast with ur blood.
Translated by Bong!
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