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Cerita Anak Jalanan

Bapakku kawin lagi
Ibuku seorang diri
Jadilah aku begini
Mata gelap kubernyanyi

Bapakku kawin lagi
Ibuku seorang diri
Jadilah aku begini
Mata gelap kubernyanyi

Di mana uang?
Di mana lapar?
Di mana nasi?
Aku mencari
Kehidupan

Mabuk ganja dan minuman
Itu pelarianku
Banyak warna tinta di tubuhku
Aku tersesat jalan

Jadilah aku anak jalanan
Jadilah aku cibiran orang
Di terminal

Cerita anak-anak jalanan
Korban kemunafikan
Tak ada masa depan yang mapan
Untuk diperjuangkan

Kasih sayangnya yang dilupakan
Kasih sayangnya yang diabaikan
Di sini aku masih berdiri
Di sini aku tetap bernyanyi
Di jalanan

Bapakku kawin lagi
Ibuku seorang diri
Jadilah aku begini
Mata gelap kubernyanyi

Di mana uang?
Di mana lapar?
Di mana nasi?
Aku mencari
Kehidupan

Mabuk ganja dan minuman
Itu pelarianku
Banyak warna tinta di tubuhku
Aku tersesat jalan

Jadilah aku anak jalanan
Jadilah aku cibiran orang
Di terminal

Cerita anak-anak jalanan
Korban kemunafikan
Tak ada masa depan yang mapan
Untuk diperjuangkan

Cerita anak-anak jalanan
Korban kemunafikan
Tak ada masa depan yang mapan
Untuk diperjuangkan

Kasih sayangnya yang dilupakan
Kasih sayangnya yang diabaikan
Di sini aku masih berdiri
Di sini aku tetap bernyanyi
Di jalanan

The Street Child's Story

My father remarried
My mother is alone
That's why I am like this
With dark eyes, I sing

My father remarried
My mother is alone
That's why I am like this
With dark eyes, I sing

Where is the money?
Where is the hunger?
Where is the rice?
I search for
Life

Drunk on marijuana and alcohol
That's my escape
Many colored inks on my body
I have lost my way

So I became a street child
So I became the scorn of people
At the terminal

The story of street children
Victims of hypocrisy
No stable future
To fight for

Their love is forgotten
Their love is neglected
Here I still stand
Here I still sing
On the streets

My father remarried
My mother is alone
That's why I am like this
With dark eyes, I sing

Where is the money?
Where is the hunger?
Where is the rice?
I search for
Life

Drunk on marijuana and alcohol
That's my escape
Many colored inks on my body
I have lost my way

So I became a street child
So I became the scorn of people
At the terminal

The story of street children
Victims of hypocrisy
No stable future
To fight for

The story of street children
Victims of hypocrisy
No stable future
To fight for

Their love is forgotten
Their love is neglected
Here I still stand
Here I still sing
On the streets