Sesungguhnya, aku punya buku hitam kecil
dan ada satu nama tertulis di tiap halamannya
Setelah kesunyian seminggu kubaca lagi nama-nama itu
namaku sendiri, nama ayahku
sunyinya nama ibuku,
nama temanku, tertiup angin
The thing is, I’ve got a little black book
and there’s a name written on every page.
and there’s a name written on every page.
After a week of silence I read again those lighting names:
my own name, my father’s name,
the silence of my mother’s name,
my roommate’s name, blowing away,
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