Ripen when the sun goes down the valley
Into the horizon hole at the west end
At that time lay fertile rice field nan fertile
I'm coming back to your warmth
Every yng come tell you about your loyalty
Yet Indahmu is ripped by the greed of the manungsa
And now your existence is a dried-up drift
Switch functions to piles of gravel
Barren and dry then the area was named Pebble
I am saddened by your torn sores
Like I feel sick seeing you
Did not realize much here
Wonderful memories of my childhood
Playing mud, fishing, fishing and other fish-ain
I miss your beautiful valley of the desert and cool
flowing sunagi sindang is the singing of immortality
Your forests are hiding birds and other animals
now mute the universe shook his head without love
Your nights are cold and silence Covering the certi
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