You won't believe in 17 years ago in the rice field
In the country where my Papa and I lived
At that time, we sat above the felled log
We played in the reeds covered with the fog
We breathed and breathed without any hush
Until my Mom cried out to rush
      At seven I lingered going to school
      The hatred, not to be a fool
      Soon, I wanted to go home
      Because Bekasi was awesome
The night felt so cloudy
Drizzle ran down the soil
The city light seemed hazy
Looked beautiful and cozy
      At dawn, the line of street lamps flickered
      The peacefulness was befriended by the herd
      The city light was part of my heart
      And it illuminated a thousand yards
You wont't believe in 17 years later in the rice field
The city light was much brighter to heed
Everything flickered synchronously like the music
The beautiful and illuminating ones became sick
      The light was too dazzling now
      And I couldn't see the plough
      Honk...
      Honk...
The ricefield was mourning
The skyscrappers hugged him
My father couldn't play anymore
And I had the reeds no more
      You won't believe now
      I hate to go to school
      Because the fools are those who rule
      To know that I want to go home
      Crying on the lap of my Mom
