Bang…You’re dead

Bang…
When I hear that sound I’m afraid
I must hidden from anyone and anything
People can’t I trusted again, they threated me

Help…
My voice is gone by the wind
The sound from hell come again
They more near to me, I’m really afraid

Bang…
The air is red and the smell is discusting
My end is more near to me
My feel is more afraid and…

Help…
I hear that sound again in the yard and all people is sleeping
But they don’t move and all is red
It’s blood and it’s…they are dead

Bang…
I hear again but my brave is back
Enough…this is for the last
Ohhh, it’s hurt ... and ... hurt ...

Kaki Merapi, 2002