Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
Where Bidadari cry blood
On Bunga of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When Cinta is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the sun shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When Bidadari cry blood
On Bunga of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When Cinta is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind carrying in
All the troubles and fears
You've for years tried to forget
He was the fire
Restless...
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