Indonesian Story
This is from the poem The Beggar Girl, by Toto Sudarto Bachtiar
Setiap kita bertemu, gadis kecil berkaleng kecil
Senjummu terlalu kekal untuk kenal duka
Tengadah padaku, pada bulan merah jambu
Tapi kotaku jadi hilang, tanpa jiwa.
Ingin aku ikut, gadis kecil berkaleng kecil
Pulang kebawah jembatan yang melulur sosok
Hidup dari kehidupan angan-angan yang gemerlapan
Gembira dari kemayaan riang.
Duniamu yang lebih tinggi dari menara katedral
Melintas-lintas diatas air kotor, tapi yang begitu kauhafal
Jiwa begitu murni, terlalu murni
Untuk bisa membagi dukaku.
Kalau kau mati, gadis kecil berkaleng kecil
Bulan diatas itu, tak ada yang punya
Dan kotaku, ah kotaku
Hidupnya tak lagi punya tanda.
Everytime we meet, little girl with your begging bowl,
your smile is too eternal to know sorrow,
you look up at me, at the light red moon,
but my city has vanished, without a soul.
I want to go w/ you, little girl with your begging bowl
to your home, under the bridge, which gets rid of every shape,
to live away from the life of radiant fantasies,
to be happy in the illusion of happiness.
Your world that is higher than the cathedral spire
flashes past on dirty water, but you know it by heart,
your soul is so pure, far too pure
to share my sorrow.
If you die, little girl with the begging bowl,
then the moon will no longer have an owner,
Ah, my city, ah, my city
will live on without a beacon.