Description
Producer, Mixing Engineer: Nyoman Angga Yudistha
Lyricist, Composer: Nyoman Angga Yudistha
Lyricist, Composer: I Komang Guna Warma
Lyrics and translation
Original
Semakin jauh rasanya.
Makin jauh rasanya dari maju.
Semua kena tipu. Sedih banyak yang tidak tahu.
Janji yang gratis gratis benarkah itu yang kita perlu?
Janji yang manis manis benarkah kan sembuhkan kamu?
Sedang sejarah pilu dihapus sesuai mau.
Aku, kamu, kita bagai pohon yang dibuat tumbuh busuk, rusak dari akar.
Lahir, hidup, mati dijejali mimpi bahwa suatu saat kan berbuah manis asalkan patuh pada kuasa.
Makin jauh mereka menipu tanpa ragu.
Tentu ku tolak tuk ditipu meski rasanya kian buntu.
Janji yang gratis gratis benarkah itu yang kita perlu?
Janji yang manis manis benarkah kan sembuhkan kamu?
Harusnya beralih karena benar, bukan tunduk karena takut.
Aku, kamu, kita bagai pohon yang dibuat tumbuh busuk, rusak dari akar.
Lahir, hidup, mati dijejali mimpi bahwa suatu saat kan berbuah manis asalkan patuh pada kuasa.
Mungkinkah akan ada masa depan yang bahagia?
Sedang kau pun merasa aman dan nyaman terkadang.
Mungkinkah akan ada masa depan yang bahagia?
Sedang kau pun merasa aman dan nyaman terkadang.
English translation
The farther it feels.
It feels further and further away from progress.
Everyone was deceived. It's sad that many don't know.
Is the promise of free and free really what we need?
Isn't it true that sweet sweet promises will heal you?
While the sad history is erased as desired.
I, you, we are like trees that are made to grow rotten, damaged from the roots.
Birth, life, death are filled with dreams that one day they will bear sweet fruit as long as they obey the power.
The further they go, the more they cheat without hesitation.
Of course I refuse to be deceived even though it feels like I'm getting more and more stuck.
Is the promise of free and free really what we need?
Isn't it true that sweet sweet promises will heal you?
You should change because it's right, not submit because you're afraid.
I, you, we are like trees that are made to grow rotten, damaged from the roots.
Birth, life, death are filled with dreams that one day they will bear sweet fruit as long as they obey the power.
Could there be a happy future?
While you also feel safe and comfortable sometimes.
Could there be a happy future?
While you also feel safe and comfortable sometimes.