Текст и перевод песни Iwan Fals - Belalang Tua

Belalang Tua

Belalang tua di ujung daun
Warnanya kuning kecokelat-cokelatan
Badannya bergoyang ditiup angin
Mulutnya terus saja mengunyah
Tak kenyang-kenyang

Sudut mata kananku tak sengaja
Melihat belalang tua yang rakus
Sambil menghisap dalam rokokku
Kutulis syair tentang hati yang khawatir

Sebab menyaksikan akhir dari kerakusan
Belalang tua yang tak kenyang-kenyang

Seperti sadar kuperhatikan
Ia berhenti mengunyah
Kepalanya mendongak ke atas
Matanya melotot melihatku tak senang
Kakinya mencengkeram daun
Empat di depan dua di belakang
Bergerigi tajam

Sungutnya masih gagah menusuk langit
Berfungsi sebagai radar

Belalang tua masih saja melihat marah ke arahku
Aku menjadi grogi dibuatnya
Aku tak tahu apa yang dipikirkan
Tiba-tiba angin berhenti mendesir
Daun pun berhenti bergoyang

Walau hampir habis daun tak jadi patah
Belalang yang serakah berhenti mengunyah

Kisah belalang tua di ujung daun
Yang hampir jatuh tetapi tak jatuh
Kisah belalang tua yang berhenti mengunyah
Sebab kubilang tak kenyang-kenyang

Kisah belalang tua di ujung daun
Yang kakinya berjumlah enam
Kisah belalang tua yang berhenti mengunyah
Sebab kubilang kamu serakah

Belalang tua di ujung daun
Dengan tenang meninggalkan harta karun
Warnanya hijau kehitam-hitaman
Berserat berlendir
Bulat lonjong sebesar biji kapas

Angin yang berhenti mendesir
Digantikan hujan rintik-rintik

Aku yang menulis syair tentang hati yang khawatir
Tak tahu kapan kisah ini akan berakhir

Kisah belalang tua di ujung daun
Yang hampir jatuh tetapi tak jatuh
Kisah belalang tua yang berhenti mengunyah
Sebab kubilang tak kenyang-kenyang

Kisah belalang tua di ujung daun
Yang kakinya berjumlah enam
Kisah belalang tua yang berhenti mengunyah
Sebab kubilang kamu serakah

Old Grasshopper

Old grasshopper on a leaf tip
Her colour is a yellowish brown
Her body sways in the wind
Her mouth keeps chewing
Never full

The corner of my right eye accidentally
Spotted the greedy old grasshopper
While puffing on my cigarette
I write a poem about a worried heart

Because witnessing the end of greed
The old grasshopper who's never full

As if aware I noticed her
She stopped chewing
Her head looks up
Her eyes glared at me in displeasure
Her legs gripped the leaf
Four in front, two in back
With sharp teeth

Her mustache is still valiantly stabbing the sky
Acting as a radar

The old grasshopper still looks at me angrily
I'm getting nervous because of her
I don't know what's on her mind
Suddenly the wind stopped blowing
The leaves stopped swaying

Though almost finished, the leaf didn't break
The greedy grasshopper stopped chewing

The story of the old grasshopper on a leaf tip
Who almost fell but didn't fall
The story of the old grasshopper who stopped chewing
Because I said she's never full

The story of the old grasshopper on a leaf tip
Who has six legs
The story of the old grasshopper who stopped chewing
Because I called you greedy

Old grasshopper on a leaf tip
Calmly leaving behind a treasure
Her colour is a greenish black
Fibrous and slimy
Round and oval, as big as a cottonseed

The wind that stopped blowing
Replaced by a drizzle

I, who write poems about a worried heart
Don't know when this story will end

The story of the old grasshopper on a leaf tip
Who almost fell but didn't fall
The story of the old grasshopper who stopped chewing
Because I said she's never full

The story of the old grasshopper on a leaf tip
Who has six legs
The story of the old grasshopper who stopped chewing
Because I called you greedy