19 Maret 2013

Expectations of the nation's younger generation
Every Monday at the flag ceremony
Raise your hands salute the flag
But all to no avail

That is our nation's next
Early in the morning to school there was no point
Never spit path of progress
Precisely sell the body every day

Will there be progress behind the glad
Without hope of a definite tuk achieve a dream
Uphold the motherland fragrant
Sacrifice for the sake of heroes who preceded us

Glamour living unconscious luxury of asking
All's sacrificed for sheer pleasure
Happiness with no progress to be proud of
Try awake and aware of the progress