I stare at my homeland. . . Beautiful scenery seemed to be crying. . . I try to ask the earth my soul. . . But you're just silent & silent. . . I think. . . Just yesterday we were happy. . . Just yesterday we laughed. . . But why are we grieving now? . . Let's see. . . Disasters that love this country. . . My Jakarta floods. . . My Aceh was hit by a tsunami. . . My Java island is shaken by an earthquake. . . And my kalimant is thick. . . Is this my country? ? ? Country that will be my place up to old. . . Or would it just be a drop of water. . . That just gave me a mouthful of life. . . But I do not want to dissolve into my sadness. . . I try again to paint my old homeland. . . The homeland that gives a million lives. . . The land that will be my place of rest for eternity. . .
