Sunday, December 6, 2009
Jangan Benci
Ini percubaan pertama saya menulis lirik/puisi dalam bahasa melayu.Boleh kata agak 'rare' juga lah.Musim luruh/musim sejuk setiap tahun pasti akan buatkan saya sedih,emotional homesick, dan segala perasaan negatif yang lain.Mungkin sebab sejuk agaknya.Musim sejuk tahun ni pulak saya berperasaan sedikit paranoid yang semua benda tak suka saya...hahaha.
Itulah yang jadi inspirasi buat lagu ni.Melodi lagu saya yang fikirkan,Nik pulak perfectkan dengan drums,bass dan lain-lain.Lirik juga hasil karangan saya.Buat jiwa-jiwa yang kesedihan di musim sejuk ini,terimalah lagu kedua dari Nik&Idris,Jangan Benci.
Jangan Benci
Langit dan awanan
warna yang seolah memperlekehkan diriku.
Sedih warnanya
Bintang-bintang hiasan laila
bersinar malam ini dengan cahya luar biasa
Terangi titis air mata
CHORUS
Sunyi hari-hari ku
Sepinya malamku
Esakan nafasku
Tiada siapa yang tahu
Tak ku minta di cinta
Tak ku paksa kau suka
Cuma janganlah dikau benci
Permintaan aku hanya ini
Titisan dingin hujan
Rahmat dunia tapi bagiku bagaikan ludahan
Tempias kebencian
Ombak yang berkunjung ke pantai
Jua bergesa pulang pabila ku menghampiri
Hinanya diriku ini
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Pungguk Rindukan Bulan
For starters,here is something I wrote a while back.Posted this on Facebook but still can't find a suitable title.Hence the Bahasa Melayu title and my bilingual blog title.Help me think of something suitable.I think everyone can relate to this one.Enjoy.
Pungguk Rindukan Bulan
A lonely owl at night
Staring hopefully at the silver moon,
missing her as he sleeps, when darkness is oblivious
However big,however bright,however near the moon might seem,
however high his wings might take him,however loud he calls her name,
She belongs just to his eyes
Eyes that will faithfully watch her
become half,become a crescent,become whole again
Eyes that will wait even when she isn't there.
Your despair is only as deep as the height of your hopes
So is it better not to hope at all?
Somethings are just not meant to be yours.
Staring hopefully at the silver moon,
missing her as he sleeps, when darkness is oblivious
However big,however bright,however near the moon might seem,
however high his wings might take him,however loud he calls her name,
She belongs just to his eyes
Eyes that will faithfully watch her
become half,become a crescent,become whole again
Eyes that will wait even when she isn't there.
Your despair is only as deep as the height of your hopes
So is it better not to hope at all?
Somethings are just not meant to be yours.
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