LETTER FROM MOTHER ( SURAT DARI IBU)

Go to your dear children's world
go to live free!
The wind is still stern
and the morning sun shines the leaves
in the jungle and green pastures.

Went out to sea, my dear child
go to the wild!
Fellow day is not yet evening
and the color of twilight is not reddish yet
closed the door past time.

If the shadows have faded
and the albatrosses back to the nest
the wind blows into the continent
The poles will dry themselves
and the skipper already knows the guidelines
May you come to me!

Back home, my dear boy
back to the night!
If your ship is tight to the edge
We will tell you
"About your love and your life in the morning"