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Biarkan Indonesia Tanpa Koran

Penguasa sekarang mudah marah
Berkata selaksa manusia yang resah
Kedengar dari balik rumpun bambu
Sedikitpun mereka tak mau diganggu

Pada malam September delapan enam
Berita Radius Prawiro bikin geram
Empat puluh lima persen yang hilang
Rupiah yang kita cinta berjalan pincang

Oh . oh.

Pernah kau berjanji bak seorang nabi
Bahwa devaluasi tak mungkin terjadi
Bersuara emas kau di mimbar akbar
Tapi ternyata kau seorang pembohong besar

Oh . oh .

Ya Kalo gaji kita berjuta sebulan tak jadi soal
Apalagi yang milyar banyaknya, rupiah ditukar dollar
Ya iya Kita kaum jelata, buruh tani, guru dan kuli
Padamu untuk yang kali ini, lukai nurani kami

Tinta merah bekas seorang menteri
Beri gelar penguasa sewenang wenang
Aku baca dari sebuah koran sore
Yang kini sudah tak boleh lagi beredar

Oh . oh .

Duka cita untukmu sahabat
Dari kami disini
Yakinlah engkau tak sendiri
Masih ada kami yang bernyanyi
Sayangnya kami masih sekolah
Baru bisa gelisah
Tentu kalo sudah selesai
Pasti lebih lantang suara ini

44 SK akan dicabut
Hal itu akan kau beberkan kami setuju
Sebagai wartawan kau sudah benar
Sebagai penguasa mungkin juga benar

Tajam pena katanya bikin resah
Soal itu masyarakat biasa saja
Koran sore dihantam pemerintah
Justru itu hal yang membuat kami resah

Oh . oh.

Mana rasa setia kawan dari teman seprofesi
Mari kita mogok menulis BIARKA

Let Indonesia Be Without Newspapers

The current ruler is easily angered
Says a hundred thousand anxious people
Heard from behind the bamboo thicket
They don't want to be bothered in the least

On the night of September 1986
News of Radius Prawiro's radius made him furious
Forty-five percent missing
The rupiah we love is limping

Oh . oh.

You once promised like a prophet
That devaluation would never happen
Your golden voice on the grand pulpit
But it turns out you're a big liar

Oh . oh .

Well, if our salary is millions a month, it doesn't matter
Especially the billions, the rupiah is exchanged for dollars
Yes, we are the common people, farmers, teachers, and laborers
You have hurt our conscience this time

Red ink from a minister
Gives the ruler a title of arbitrariness
I read it in an evening newspaper
Which is no longer allowed to circulate

Oh . oh .

Condolence to you, my friend
From us here
Believe you are not alone
We are still here singing
Unfortunately, we are still in school
We can only be anxious
Of course when we are done
This voice will be much louder

44 decrees will be revoked
You will reveal it, we agree
As a journalist, you are right
As a ruler, you may be right too

Sharp pen, they say, makes you anxious
It's just normal for the people
The evening newspaper is hit by the government
That's what makes us anxious

Oh . oh.

Where is the sense of camaraderie from fellow professionals
Let's go on strike writing LET