Di Kala Bulan Bermain Biola
Hujan
When the Moon Plays the Violin
oh angel,
wrapped in verses by the clouds,
the moon,
continues to drag the violin strings
consoling the angel
so she doesn't count her opponents
so she stops the vibrations
that wander in hundreds of battles
the angel... and the moon..
consoling my angel
so she doesn't count her opponents
sleep, angel
so you dream of the poet
until the morning
don't forget us
who can accompany
come before you lose
bring the poet
bring him along
