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Description
Executive producer: REDROSE RECORDS
Song written by Nareswara Kalinaga, Adhi Handoyo, Fatan Garna.
Song written by Nareswara Kalinaga and Adhi Handoyo.
Music producer and arranger: Yahya Fadila, TADI
Project led by Doni Manurung
Vocals, director Doni Manurung
Vocal arrangement: Doni Manurung, Dio Adhinugra Marendra
Vocals: Adhi Handoyo, Fatan Garna
Backing vocals: Arter Alexander, Adhi Handoyo, Fatan Garna
Vocals edited by Rioexondul
Vocals recorded by Osia Hanelsan
Vocals recorded at REDROSE RECORDS studio.
A&R: Dami Mahardivana
Bass guitar: Doni Manurun
Guitar and MIDI programming by Yahya Fadhil
Mixing by Muhammad Ilham Asari
Mastering: Ari Renaldi
Mixing at Coffeehaze Studio
Mastering performed at Ari Renaldi's music studio.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Sampai kapan mau dalam keraguan?
Mulai terbiasa hidup dalam kabutmu.
Semua langkah redup berat tak bergerak, tak bergerak.
Kini tangis tawa jadi sia-sia, sia-sia.
Mata saling bertemu walau saling mengingkari janji hati.
Oh.
Semua masa indah hanya di kepala.
Luka perih bagai lukisan jejak kita yang telah pudar.
Hampa.
Mata saling bertemu walau saling mengingkari janji hati.
Oh.
Semua masa indah hanya di kepala.
Luka perih bagai lukisan jejak kita yang telah pudar.
Semua -masa indah hanya di kepala.
-Hanya di kepala.
Luka perih bagai lukisan jejak kita yang telah pudar.
Yang telah pudar.
Semua masa indah hanya di kepala.
English translation
How long will you be in doubt?
Starting to get used to living in your fog.
All heavy dim steps do not move, do not move.
Now the tears of laughter are in vain, in vain.
Eyes met each other even though they broke each other's promises.
Oh.
All the good times are just in my head.
Painful wounds are like paintings of our traces that have faded.
Empty.
Eyes met each other even though they broke each other's promises.
Oh.
All the good times are just in my head.
Painful wounds are like paintings of our traces that have faded.
All the good times are just in my head.
-Only in the head.
Painful wounds are like paintings of our traces that have faded.
Which has faded.
All the good times are just in my head.