Bila awal malam Dan hujan mula datang Dan workers yang penat keluar ke jalan jalan Mencari jalan pulang
In the buses, hot breath steams up cold windows Those sitting, feel lucky they get to rest weary feet And those standing, they let their guards down Allowing personal spaces invasion No autonomy no privacy Steamed up windows and standing fellow weary travellers Each wonders where the other is heading to.. ..or what his or her day was like A tired girl with weary eyes Resting her head with a faint smile on the shoulder Of her weary-eyed beau
Rainy nights On a full cramped bus Tidak miserable malah indah dan ingin aku kembali kepada nye
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