Lyrics and translation Rayola - Cinto Jadi Sasalan

Cinto Jadi Sasalan

Karianglah sudah si aia mato
Mananti uda ka pulang manjampuik cinto
Alah batahun denai mananti
Kaba barito indak kunjuang datang

Manga kok lupo jo diri denai nan uda sayang
Indak den sangko apo nan tajadi
Janjian cinto usailah sudah
Den caliak uda pulang baduo ba bimbiang tangan

Apo salah den pabuek
Cinto nan tajalin uda rangguikkan
Sampai hati bana uda malupokan cinto nan suci
Tingga denai surang diri
Bungo nan di taman layua lah sudah
Cinto babarikan sahiduik samati jadi sasalan

Karianglah sudah si aia mato
Mananti uda ka pulang manjampuik cinto
Alah batahun denai mananti
Kaba barito indak kunjuang datang

Manga kok lupo jo diri denai nan uda sayang
Indak den sangko apo nan tajadi
Janjian cinto usailah sudah
Den caliak uda pulang baduo ba bimbiang tangan

Apo salah den pabuek
Cinto nan tajalin uda rangguikkan
Sampai hati bana uda malupokan cinto nan suci
Tingga denai surang diri
Bungo nan di taman layua lah sudah
Cinto babarikan sahiduik samati jadi sasalan

Waist Became the Punching Bag

My eye's water has dried up
Waiting for you to come home to take my love
I have been waiting for years
There's been no news at all

How can you forget me who you said you loved
I never would have thought this would happen
Our love promise is over
I saw you come home holding someone else's hand

What have I done wrong
The love we had, you have broken
How could you have the heart to forget my pure love
You left me all alone
The flowers in the garden have withered
The love I gave you became a punching bag for life and death

My eye's water has dried up
Waiting for you to come home to take my love
I have been waiting for years
There's been no news at all

How can you forget me who you said you loved
I never would have thought this would happen
Our love promise is over
I saw you come home holding someone else's hand

What have I done wrong
The love we had, you have broken
How could you have the heart to forget my pure love
You left me all alone
The flowers in the garden have withered
The love I gave you became a punching bag for life and death