Текст и перевод песни Helen Sparingga - Mengapa Harus Ada Benci

Mengapa Harus Ada Benci

Selalu kutanyakan di dalam hati
Masihkah di hatimu ada rindu?
Seandainya mawar sudah tak merah lagi
Bukankah masih ada mawar yang putih?

Untuk apa kau petik daun pandan
Kalau bukan karena harum baunya?
Kalau masih ada rasa cinta dalam diri
Mengapakah masih harus ada benci?

Kalau dulu masih ada yang bercerita
Tentang indahnya panorama asmara
Kalau dulu masih ada yang merasakan
Rasa cinta dari hati hingga ke mata

Untuk apa kau petik daun pandan
Kalau bukan karena harum baunya?
Kalau masih ada rasa cinta dalam diri
Mengapakah masih harus ada benci?

Kalau dulu masih ada yang bercerita
Tentang indahnya panorama asmara
Kalau dulu masih ada yang merasakan
Rasa cinta dari hati hingga ke mata

Andaikan tangan ini bisa bicara
Bisalah kau tanyakan kepadanya
Dua tanganku mohon kepada Dia
Mataku terpejam, ku s'lalu berdoa

Kalau dulu masih ada yang bercerita
Tentang indahnya panorama asmara
Kalau dulu masih ada yang merasakan
Rasa cinta dari hati hingga ke mata

Andaikan tangan ini bisa bicara
Bisalah kau tanyakan kepadanya
Dua tanganku mohon kepada Dia
Mataku terpejam, ku s'lalu berdoa

Kalau dulu masih ada yang bercerita
Tentang indahnya panorama asmara

Why Should There Be Hate

I always ask myself
Is there still longing in your heart?
Even if the rose is no longer red,
Isn't there still a white rose?

Why do you pick pandan leaves,
If not for their fragrant scent?
If there is still love in your heart,
Why should there still be hate?

If in the past there were still those who told stories,
About the beauty of romantic love
If in the past there were still those who felt,
The feeling of love from their heart to their eyes

Why do you pick pandan leaves,
If not for their fragrant scent?
If there is still love in your heart,
Why should there still be hate?

If in the past there were still those who told stories,
About the beauty of romantic love
If in the past there were still those who felt,
The feeling of love from their heart to their eyes

If only these hands could speak,
You could ask them,
My two hands pray to Him,
I close my eyes, and I always pray

If in the past there were still those who told stories,
About the beauty of romantic love
If in the past there were still those who felt,
The feeling of love from their heart to their eyes

If only these hands could speak,
You could ask them,
My two hands pray to Him,
I close my eyes, and I always pray

If in the past there were still those who told stories,
About the beauty of romantic love