There’s a song about a boy
Who wondered why the sky was blue
He ran through sands of joy
With curious eyes he admired the pale moon
He asked his father
“Ayah, apakah laut ada ujungnya?” (“Dad, does the sea have an end?”)
His dad, a fisherman, burst out with laughter
“Kenapa ayah tertawa?” (“Why are you laughing?”)
During the day he’d bathe in sunlight
Imitate the scream of an eagle
At nightfall he’d bring a lantern to a hut
Open a shabby book and solve a riddle
He’d dream of seeing the world
The one he had heard about from his teacher
The world of colourful birds
Abandoned temples and storms that make you shudder
Blow, he blew winds on a grassland
Find, he found his friend in hide and seek
Shout, he shouted on a mountain so grand
Punch, he punched a basket full of fish so stink
He learned so much and demanded more
Until he finally found his gate
That led him out of local folklore
His fate was for himself to dictate
He craved for knowledge, and bit by bit he searched
He saw the world and tasted a drop of the universe
And now he’s back home
Trying to catch a breath between lines
Of a story he’s telling everyone about Rome
Where majestic statues and friendly people reside
His son then appeared
“Ayah, apakah ada laut di Roma?” (Is there a sea in Rome?”)
He didn’t laugh but instead said
“Mau ikut ayah ke sana untuk mencari jawabannya?” (Want to come with me to find the answer?”)
He had given his legacy
But the song didn’t end. It would never end
Glasselia 