Текст и перевод песни Iwan Fals - Bangunlah Putra Putri Pertiwi

Bangunlah Putra Putri Pertiwi

Sinar matamu tajam namun ragu
Kokoh sayapmu semua tahu
Tegap tubuhmu takkan tergoyahkan
Kuat jarimu kalau mencengkeram

Bermacam suku yang berbeda
Bersatu dalam cengkerammu
Angin genit mengelus merah putihku
Yang berkibar sedikit malu-malu

Merah membara tertanam wibawa
Putihmu suci penuh kharisma
Pulau-pulau yang berpencar
Bersatu dalam kibarmu

Terbanglah garudaku
Singkirkan kutu-kutu di sayapmu

Berkibarlah benderaku
Singkirkan benalu di tiangmu
Jangan ragu dan jangan malu
Tunjukkan pada dunia
Bahwa sebenarnya kita mampu

Mentari pagi sudah membumbung tinggi
Bangunlah putra putri ibu pertiwi
Mari mandi dan gosok gigi
Setelah itu kita berjanji

Tadi pagi esok hari atau lusa nanti
Garuda bukan burung perkutut
Sang saka bukan sandang pembalut
Dan coba kau dengarkan
Pancasila itu bukanlah rumus kode buntut
Yang hanya berisi harapan
Yang hanya berisi khayalan

Arise, Sons and Daughters of the Motherland

Your eyes are sharp, yet hesitant, my love
Your wings are strong, everyone knows
Your body firm, unshakeable and bold
Your grip is strong when you take hold

Various tribes, though different they may be
United within your embrace, you see
A playful breeze caresses my red and white
Which flutters shyly, a beautiful sight

Burning red, imbued with dignity and might
Your white, so pure, full of charisma and light
Scattered islands, far and wide they roam
United within your fluttering dome

Soar, my Garuda, high above the clouds so free
Brush away the parasites that cling to thee

Wave, my banner, with pride and grace so true
Rid your pole of the mistletoe that grew
Don't hesitate, and don't be shy, my dear
Show the world, let them see and hear
That we are capable, strong and ever near

The morning sun has climbed up high
Wake up, sons and daughters of the motherland, fly
Come, bathe and brush your teeth with glee
And afterwards, we'll make a decree

This morning, tomorrow, or the day after, we'll see
Garuda is not a dove, small and meek
Sang Saka is not a bandage, soft and weak
And try to listen, my love, don't you see
Pancasila is not a lottery key
That only contains hopes, fleeting and frail
That only contains fantasies, a fleeting tale