Jakarta I'm Back

Knitting the twilight that is full of desire The old carriage on the wheels of the night squirms to be accompanied Hometown broadcasts from the brain that wants to be reincarnated Get rid of all the pain and a pinch of black and white books Jakarta I'm back to scavenge all hope Bored hope is turbulent along with the merchant selling food The rails seem to be a witness to your greed, my woman The woman who is veiled by the sharpness of the father and mother Kebumen incised black ink which is certainly unforgettable Where Kebumen rests on shoe soles and benches Publishing the long barrel after knitting life Jakarta seems to be waiting for me and my best friend, Kutojaya, seems to keep on steaming and even the machinist doesn't want to back down Jakarta and lots of love seems to promise me But recently there was a slapstick human who made a statement about love, moved to turn his head But he didn't come when I was spreading all hope Goodbye Inti, your love is so serene as if it were a lustrous lust that negates everything