Minggu - White Chorus traduction en anglais

Minggu

Pukul 6 waktu setempat
Ingin tidur namun tak sempat
Jadwal untuk berangkat pagi
Perut kosong kuisi roti
Lantas pergi ku belum mandi

Setengah sadar
Muka tak segar
Setengah jalan
Baru ku sadar
Kalau ku lupa menutup pagar
Putar balik dengan hati tegar

Sial
Ini bukan hari ku
Sungguh malang hari ku
Namun kuharap minggu ku indah

Sial
Ini bukan hari ku
Sungguh malang hari ku
Namun kuharap hidup ku indah

Sesampainya aku di tempat
Pukul 7 untung tak telat
Bergegas ku berlari
Untuk menyiapkan diri
7 jam bosan setengah mati

Kantung mata di wajah ini
Nol energi di badan ini
Lihat besok aku berjanji
Akan kembali lagi
Dalam ruangan bentuk persegi

Sial
Ini bukan hari ku
Sungguh malang hari ku
Namun kuharap minggu ku indah

Sial
Ini bukan hari ku
Sungguh malang hari ku
Namun kuharap hidup ku indah

Mati perlahan, hirup asap knalpot
Telan umpatan, sampai ku kena choke
Pukul 8 masih coba tangkis ngantuk
Mimpi di jalan buat mama nangis takjub (mak gue)

Stop, balik masuk realita
Matahari lit sinari panggung derita
Balenciaga tak pernah masuk ke kaki
Jaga balance, siaga agar tak jatuh berkali

Pagi hingga pagi
Memutar roda besi
Kerah dan dasi terasa cekik perlahan

Harapan, bisa lepas dari jeratan
Doa ke Tuhan, disela fajar menjelang
Berharap mendulang
Sebelum waktu berpulang

Selular (brrrt), dering di tengah malam (halo)
Deadline masih mengejar
Walau ku 'dah di kamar

Sial
Ini bukan hari ku
Sungguh malang hari ku
Namun kuharap minggu ku indah

Sial
Ini bukan hari ku
Sungguh malang hari ku
Namun kuharap hidup ku indah

Sunday

6 o'clock local time
Want to sleep, but no time
Schedule to leave in the morning
Empty stomach, I fill with bread
Then I leave, I haven't showered yet

Half-conscious
Face not fresh
Halfway there
I just realized
That I forgot to close the gate
Turn back with a firm heart

Damn
This is not my day
Truly unfortunate is my day
But I hope my Sunday is beautiful

Damn
This is not my day
Truly unfortunate is my day
But I hope my life is beautiful

When I arrived at the place
7 o'clock, luckily not late
I hurried and ran
To get myself ready
7 hours bored half to death

Bags under these eyes
Zero energy in this body
See you tomorrow, I promise
I will come back again
In a square-shaped room

Damn
This is not my day
Truly unfortunate is my day
But I hope my Sunday is beautiful

Damn
This is not my day
Truly unfortunate is my day
But I hope my life is beautiful

Slowly dying, inhaling exhaust fumes
Swallowing curses, until I choke
8 o'clock still trying to fight off sleep
Dreaming on the road makes my mom cry in amazement (my mom)

Stop, back into reality
The sun shines on the stage of suffering
Balenciaga never touches my feet
Keep my balance, alert so I don't fall repeatedly

Morning until morning
Spinning iron wheels
Collar and tie feel slowly choking

Hope, to escape the snare
Prayer to God, amidst the approaching dawn
Hoping to reap
Before time returns

Cellular (brrrt), ringing in the middle of the night (hello)
Deadlines are still chasing
Even though I'm already in my room

Damn
This is not my day
Truly unfortunate is my day
But I hope my Sunday is beautiful

Damn
This is not my day
Truly unfortunate is my day
But I hope my life is beautiful