Doa 1 [English translation]

Oh Lord, when I was in my teens,

Metallica told me "Nothing else matters".

Because, Lord, life is forfeit if

It was only filled with my parent's advice.

Often, Lord, I ask myself.

Why mom drowns herself in television,

chewing on ads, swallowing dreams.

Be patient, mom, wait for me on the screen.

And this is my song.

I hope mom's not old before I reach my goal.

Oh Lord, I'm stuck in the indie world.

Taking shirt orders, selling key chains.

Let me be a musician, Lord, a musician,

Not a distro shopkeeper like this.

Oh Lord, I've tried my luck,

Short on cash, I make my recordings,

College, Lord, I've abandoned,

In the name of music and a free life.

And this is my song.

I hope I'm not old before I reach my goal.

Oh Lord, I'm tired of being a musician.

My soul crushed, terrorized by television.

I wonder, Lord, maybe someday,

I'll sell out like Ahmad...

Is it strange, Lord, this anger?

When television debases my thoughts?

Look at that, Lord, Look,

Guess the price of their smiles on-screen?

And this is my song.

I hope I succeed, develop, [ber-cuan]

Slowly, maybe I can live the dream,

On a pilgrimage to the holy land, the promised land.

And this is my song,

I hope to be famous, respected, and rich.