Lyrics and translation FIKMAN - Bukan Nak Kutuk La

Bukan Nak Kutuk La

*Bebelan ibu*

Bukan nak kutuk la
Tapi apa jadi kalau Bob ni makin kurus la
Jadi-jadi serigala jadi buru dara la
Apa lagi gadis manis layan drama Korea la
Yang dilamar buat bini piala nombor lima la
Kalah Ayah Pin nak beli rokok, balik syurga ha
Sembang kuat macam ahli politik Malaysia ha
Sampin ketat tapi jeans koyak, tak cukup seluar ha
Baru tahu langit tinggi rendah bila kena
Baru pukul subuh
Balik nanti mak nak tanya makwe kau tu subur?
Apa punya soalan, patut ke aku jujur?
Ni babak Sinetron, zoom bila aku tersungkur

Ni bukan nak kutuk
Ni saja nak jujur
Kau patut bersyukur
Ni bukan nak kutuk
Takut panas kubur
Nasi jadi bubur

Bukan nak kutuk la
Tapi apa jadi kalau Fikri dah berjaya ha
Mesti hanyut dibawa perahu lima bintang la
Mesti hancur hati ibu bapa dan keluarga ha
Terpaksa hidup tak buat kerja, buat apa ha?
Hidup dah sederhana tapi nak kaya raya la
Sibuk cari duit pahala tah kemana lah ha
Tak tahu ke tuhan tak tanya duit kau banyak tak?
Aku nak solat dengan selesa dalam banglo
Ajak satu kampung
Bini orang datang rumah, kasut bunyi angklung
Jangan aku datang jumpa gambar ku di patung
Bomoh kau kenal aku, dia lagi penakut

Ni bukan nak kutuk
Ni saja nak jujur
Kau patut bersyukur
Ni bukan nak kutuk
Takut panas kubur
Nasi jadi bubur

It's Not a Curse, Just the Truth

*Mother's nagging*

I don't mean to curse you
But what if our darling Bob gets even thinner?
He'll become a wolf, chasing after young women
While our lovely maidens are busy watching Korean dramas
And you'll marry a trophy wife as your fifth bride
Like Ayah Pin, who wants cigarettes but ends up in heaven instead
You talk big, like a Malaysian politician
Your sarong is tight, but your jeans are torn, not enough for pants
You'll only realize the height and depth of the sky when you fall
It's only the break of dawn
When you come back, mother will ask if your girlfriend is fertile
What kind of question is that? Should I be honest?
This is a soap opera scene, it zooms in when I fall

It's not a curse
It's just honesty
You should be grateful
It's not a curse
I fear the heat of the grave
Rice turns into porridge

I don't mean to curse you
But what if Fikri becomes successful?
He'll surely drift away in a luxury yacht
Our parents' and family's hearts will break
He'll have to live without a job, what good is that?
Life is already simple, but he wants to be rich
Busy chasing money, where's his faith leading him?
Doesn't he know that God doesn't ask about your wealth?
I want to pray comfortably in a mansion
I'll invite the whole village
When other people's wives visit, their shoes sound like angklung
Don't let me come home and see my picture in a shrine
The witch doctor you know, he's more scared of me

It's not a curse
It's just honesty
You should be grateful
It's not a curse
I fear the heat of the grave
Rice turns into porridge