Текст и перевод песни SM Salim - Tak Seindah Wajah (with Orkestra Filharmonik Malaysia) [Live]

Tak Seindah Wajah (with Orkestra Filharmonik Malaysia) [Live]

(Ehem)
Saya nak cerita lagi, nak dengar cerita?
Pasal apa, dengar lagu ni bosan sangat
Tapi ceritanya kalau dengar, cer-

Saya cerita pasal diri saya sendirilah
Saya, saya orang Arab, saya cerita

Arab ni, ada yang, kedekut
Ada yang, murah hati

Ada satu kali tu arab tu pesan sama, bini dia
"Ana kalau mati, enta tanam ana itu kain buruk-buruk, kain putih sudah terbakar
Sudah koyak-koyak punya, tanam sama ana"

"Eh Pak Bib, ente orang kaya, nanti malu, tak buat macam tu"
"Jangan tanya, wasiat"
Ha, apa nak kata wasiat kan

Sampai masanya, meninggallah
Jadi apa yang dipesan tu, ambil kain-kain buruk-buruk, kain putih yang buruk-buruk, yang koyak-koyak, yang terbakar semua tu
Dia talkin, talkin semua
Usung, tanam

Tanam, orang pun balik
Bila orang balik, Mungkar Nakir pun datang

Mungkar Nakir datang, Mungkar Nakir datang nak pukul
Baru nak tengah begini
"Apa mahu pukul, sudah berapa lama mati, lagi mau pukul?"

(Hahahahahaha)
Lepas dia, lepas!
(Hahahahahahaa)

Membohong, membohong, cerita membohong ni (hahahahahahaa)
Mana betul? Ada ke nak lepas?
Dia, dia boleh cakap ni, baru tengah nak angkat je
"Apa lagi mahu pukul, sudah berapa lama mati, lagi mau pukul?"
Ha, tak lepas, kena jugak! (bohong), hahaha

Baiklah, saya akan nyanyikan lagu, ciptaan Ibrahim Bachik
Saya tak nak cakap apa lagunya, tapi, hadirin mesti suka
Inilah lagunya

Kusangka aur, di pinggir tebing
Kiranya tebu, di pinggir bibir
Kusangka jujur, pancaran batin
Rupanya palsu, penghias zahir

Kukira hati, jiwa nurani
Suci seindah, wajah terbayang
Kukira puji, seikhlas budi
Kulupa lidah, tidak bertulang

Dimanis gula, semut binasa
Kail berduri, bersalut umpan
Dimanis kata, insan terlena
Kerana budi, hamba terkorban

Inikah dia, lakonan hidup?
Di pentas dunia, insan berpura
Tipu dan daya, pencapai maksud
Budi dan harta, merangkum noda

Inikah dia, lakonan hidup?
Di pentas dunia, insan berpura
Tipu dan daya, pencapai maksud
Budi dan harta merangkum noda

Not As Beautiful As The Face (with Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra) [Live]

(Ahem)
I want to tell you another story, do you want to hear it?
What's the point, listening to this song is so boring
But the story, if you listen, the sto-

I'll tell you a story about myself
I, I'm an Arab, I'm telling you

Arabs, some of them are, stingy
Some of them are, generous

Once upon a time, this Arab man told his wife
"If I die, bury me in the worst kind of cloth, white cloth is already burnt
It's already torn up, bury it with me"

"Hey, Pak Bib, you're rich, you'll be ashamed later, don't do that"
"Don't ask, it's a will"
Well, what can you say, it's a will, right

When his time came, he passed away
So, what he had requested, they took the worst kind of cloth, the white cloth that was bad, the torn one, the burnt one
They recited the talkin, recited it all
They carried him, buried him

They buried him, the people went home
When the people went home, Mungkar Nakir came

Mungkar Nakir came, Mungkar Nakir came to hit him
Just when he was about to do it
"What are you hitting him for? How long has he been dead? You still want to hit him?"

(Hahahahahaha)
Let him go, let him go!
(Hahahahahahaa)

Lying, lying, this is a lie (hahahahahahaa)
Is it true? Is there anyone who would let him go?
He, he can talk this way, he's just about to lift him up
"What are you hitting him for? How long has he been dead? You still want to hit him?"
Well, he's not going to be let go, he's still going to get hit! (lying), hahaha

Alright, I'm going to sing a song, composed by Ibrahim Bachik
I don't want to say what song it is, but, you guys are sure to love it
Here's the song

I thought it was aur, on the edge of the cliff
It turned out to be sugarcane, on the edge of your lips
I thought it was honesty, radiating from within
It turned out to be a lie, a decoration for the outside

I thought your heart, your soul, was pure
As beautiful as your face, I could see
I thought your praise, was sincere
I forgot, tongues have no bones

Sweet like sugar, the ants perish
A thorny hook, covered with bait
Sweet words, make people fall asleep
Because of kindness, I am sacrificed

Is this it, the play of life?
On the stage of the world, people pretend
Deception and tricks, achieving the goal
Kindness and wealth, encompass stain

Is this it, the play of life?
On the stage of the world, people pretend
Deception and tricks, achieving the goal
Kindness and wealth, encompass stain