Lyrics and translation
Original
Semalam suntuk berdialektik terdengar hebat tumpah-mundah berwacana.
Adu teori, orgi diksi miskin arti di kota menjelang runtuhnya.
Pergunjingan yang tak berkesudahan makin larut, carut-marut berlogika.
Riwayat panjang kegagalan makin panjang saja.
Setelah diam, seruak pertanyaan tentang kematian, arti kehidupan.
Kucari di ujung malam dan selepas hujan.
Udara di utara merawat ingatan ke selatan lintasi Jefferson.
Benteng, pelabuhan, dan penjara di taman.
Enam puluh lima macam malam tertidur memimpikan yang tersembunyikan.
Di tepi bulan sabit, kunikahi ribuan cerita yang t'lah digariskan.
Mencari di jejak kaki dan persah hati-hati.
Berserap pada langkah yang menerka arah janji alam tak akan berubah.
Nostalgi patinis sayang kan terjadi.
Enam puluh lima macam mati, satu setengah juta kan hidup kembali.
Di tepi sumur kubur, kubersaksi cahaya kursi.
Mereka sudah bekerja di pagi buta.
Sementara engkau dan aku masih membicarakan wacana. Seruak tanya, celup runtah.
Hidup yang berarti bukan sekedar tak mati.
Mati yang berarti mesti yang terakhir kali.
Hidup yang berarti bukan sekedar tak mati.
Mati yang berarti mesti yang terakhir.
English translation
Last night the dialectic sounded great, spilling over into discourse.
Opposing theories, diction orgy lacks meaning in a city approaching its collapse.
The endless gossip is getting deeper and deeper, a mess of logic.
The long history of failure just keeps getting longer.
After silence, ask questions about death, the meaning of life.
I looked for it at the end of the night and after the rain.
The air to the north nurtures memories of the south across Jefferson.
Fortress, harbor and prison in the park.
Sixty-five kinds of sleepless nights dreaming of what is hidden.
On the edge of the crescent moon, I marry thousands of stories that have been outlined.
Look for footprints and be careful.
Absorb the steps that predict the direction of nature's promise that it will not change.
Nostalgic patinis unfortunately occurs.
Sixty-five died, one and a half million came back to life.
At the edge of the grave well, I witnessed the light of a chair.
They were working early in the morning.
While you and I are still discussing discourse. Asking questions, dipping into tears.
Meaningful life is not just not dying.
Death means it must be the last time.
Meaningful life is not just not dying.
Death means it must be the last one.