Paroles et traduction Joe Million - Si Miskin Omdonesia

Si Miskin Omdonesia

Parade sipit sedang berkendara Civic
Semua berwajah mirip buat mu menatap sinis
Salah memilih presiden maka begini
Sepenggal kata pemimpin bisanya hanya bermimpi
Namun telah kau pilih mengamuk senapan bibir
Kalap kau arah dan bidik wajahnya segampang itu
Derap kakimu menyatu tuk mengakhiri
Tak sadar sesuatu kau cuma harakiri
Kini kau apatis dan hanya percaya diri
Modal mengandalkan iri bergerak perkaya milik
Berdoa harapkan jin untuk mencari keping
Hingga tiba masa kau lupa cara kencing
Atau celah ke TV menjual celah bikini
Biarkan badan dililit dari kepala ke silit
Takut sarapan piring kau tonton Mario Teguh
Apa sarafmu miring makanan tak dari teguh
Atau dari menyebut Tuhan tapi dari tebu
Atau adonan tepung nasi dicampur jagung
Coba menampar pipi seraya tenangkan diri
Bertanya layakkah diri? Sayangnya tidak
Namun menghayal pun tidak karena kakiku berpijak
Tak juga mencoba bijak di atas yang terinjak
Hanya pengalaman yang dipinjam
Dari diriku dirimu dan dirinya

Peristiwa kontroversial yang penuhi omdonesia
Buatku tertarik tuk memberi sumbangsih spesial
Suara sumbang si spesial
Umbar di media tunjukkan tumpulnya
Ubunnya di media walau uban di meja
Telah jatuh berserakan mengherankan
Kau tak bisa digerakkan walau sudah dikerahkan
Semua penjelasan jelaslah kau memang tak pernah merdeka
Hidup dan dijajah dengan cara yang berbeda
Sibuk sengketa karena agama berbeda
Apa Tripitaka, Alkitab, Quran, dan Weda
Akan membuat darah lebih berwarna merah
Dan buatmu lebih layak tuk semena-mena
Menentukan hak ulayat berdasar yang dipercaya
Menjadi budaya yang banyak jadi buaya
Memangsa kaum kafir ruang kecil tak berdaya
Tumbuhkan rasa benci keinginan membalas
Kutukan tanpa henti tuntutan atas peti
Runtuhkan apa yang coba dikumpulkan pahlawan
Beda Tuhan telah buat kau menjadi lawan
Apa ada Tuhan buat kau tak butuh papan
Apa ada Tuhan buat kau tak butuh sandang
Apa ada Tuhan buat kau tak butuh makan
Ku tak butuh Tuhan jika buatku bunuh kawan

Aku berbicara dari apa yang dilihat
Kau mempunyai pilihan tuk menghentikan rintihan
Atau memandangku dan melontarkan cibiran
Karena menganggap karyaku hanya sebuah sindiran
Tak membuka pikiran angkuh dalam ketinggian
Ku teguh berpendirian walau hanya sendirian
Saat ku mati kataku kan tetap terngiang

The Poor of Indonesia

The parade of slanty eyes is driving a Civic
All with similar faces making you squint in disdain
Choosing the wrong president is why this happened
A leader's words can only dream
But you have chosen to rage and shoot your lips off
You are madly directing and aiming at his face so easily
Your rapid footsteps come together to end it all
Unaware of anything you are only committing suicide
Now you are apathetic and only believe in yourself
Relying on envy to move and enrich your possessions
Praying and hoping for a genie to find a coin
Until the time comes when you forget how to pee
Or you find a way on TV to sell your bikini line
Let your body be wrapped from head to toe
Afraid to eat breakfast you watch Mario Teguh
Are your nerves askew, your food not from Teguh
Or from calling God, but from sugarcane
Or a batter of rice flour mixed with corn
Try to slap your own cheek and calm yourself down
Ask yourself, are you worthy? Unfortunately, not
Yet you don't even fantasize because my feet are on the ground
Not even trying to be wise over those being trampled
Just an experience that is borrowed
From me, from you, and from him

The controversial event that filled Indonesia
Made me interested in giving a special contribution
An off-key voice, a special
Broadcast in the media, showing off your dullness
Your crown in the media even though your hair is gray at the table
Has fallen and scattered, surprisingly
You cannot be moved even though you have been deployed
All of the explanations clearly show that you have never been free
Living and being colonized in a different way
Busy with disputes because of different religions
Are Tripitaka, the Bible, the Quran, and the Vedas
Going to make blood more red
And make you more worthy of tyranny
Determining customary rights based on what is believed
Becoming a culture where many become crocodiles
Preying on small, helpless infidels
Growing hatred and desire for revenge
Endless curses, demands for the coffin
Tearing down what the heroes tried to gather
Different Gods have made you an enemy
Is there a God to make you not need a board?
Is there a God to make you not need clothing?
Is there a God to make you not need food?
I don't need a God if He makes me kill my friend

I'm speaking from what I see
You have a choice to stop the whining
Or look at me and hurl insults
Because you think my work is just a satire
Not opening your mind, arrogant in your haughtiness
I stand firm in my position even though I'm alone
When I die, my words will still echo