40235, perjalanan pulang terasa panjang.
Aku ingin memaki
pada mata yang tak patuh
(lagilagi aku hampir menangis)
pada rasa yang telah jauh
: untukmu dan maafkan,
... hati yang tak tahu diri.
Mungkin terlalu hanyut dalam waktu,
bersamamu.
Tol Moh. Toha - Cileunyi, tiga perempat tahun 2003. The driver who sang it for me.
The very first time he sang this song for me seems like ages ago.
Yet I can still feel my blood dripping on the floor... then evaporating to nowhere.
Sure.
I know exactly he wants to be free (of me, from me).
And here I am: trying as hard as I can to let him go,
and heal my wound at the same time.
Apart from me,
may he rest in peace.
Of freedom and happiness.
... (Amen).
"I wanna be free.
Like the blue birds flying by me, like the waves out on the blue sea. If your love has to tie me, don't try me... say goodbye.
I wanna be free.
Don't say you love me, say you like me. But when I need you beside me, stay close enough to guide me... confide in me.
I wanna hold your hand walk along the sand, laughing in the sun... always having fun. Doing all those things without any strings to tie me down.
I wanna be free.
Like the warm September wind, babe. Say you'll always be my friend, babe.
We can make it to the end, babe. Again, babe... I've gotta say I wanna be free,
I wanna be free, I wanna be free."
[Love Letters]
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