I Pick You, Inti

The old green longing has been tethered and pulled over Tossing to the winds the arrival of a lover Your core is a woman who is an inspiration The virgin at the culmination point rotates in the bond of love From Jakarta, who struggles through curves and their associations, I have come to step aside Kebumen doesn't seem tired to wait for my arrival As if yells of certainty await you The essence, acute complaints and the appropriate dimensions await you A myriad of bars want you to open you are loyal to open my sunken heart The point is, if only I could turn my hand through the paper of fate, of course you would squirm consciously kebumen in jawir's testimony, tattoos and a few old friends seem to be waiting for me to tell a story about how to fight with love Inti, wait for me July 4th,1999