(English version)
If I were Israeli,
maybe people think
I do not know what is the meaning of:
criticism,
curse,
anger,
until the value of divinity
maybe I can’t understand
Something that I know is God created me as an Israeli.
If I were Israel,
Maybe people judged that I’m difficult to understand what the differences are:
between rockets and firecrackers,
tears and smiles,
disaster and entertainment
vicious behavior and conscience to humanity
maybe … I get difficult to understanding.
Something that I understand is God created me as an Israeli.
If I were Israeli,
maybe people think that I live in opposite world.
Happy in my sadness.
Arrogant in helplessness.
Satisfied in suffering
to life in death.
it could be … I am the only one in the opposite world
Sadness, helplessness, suffering and death seemed to imply an impossible thing.
To be sure if I were Israeli, God ordained me as an Israeli.
So let people condemned, cursed, denounced, insulting and cursing my nation as much.
Said that my nation is bad.
uncivilized.
Let them!
Let their lips be dry!
Although history has been described clearly
through ‘a post bird’
that passing in the sky
carrying a secret tightly
without braces
during the existence of whatsapp
let it be!
Ah, what the hell!
What do you know about Israel?
Do you think that we are men of the bell,
or an intel?
prisoner in the cell?
owner of email?
or just the owner of the box be sealed?
If I were an Israeli,
obviously I’m an Israeli.
***
(Indonesian version)
Jika saya orang Israel,
mungkin orang berpikir
saya tidak tahu apa arti dari:
kecaman,
kutukan,
kemarahan,
hingga nilai ketuhanan
mungkin… saya sulit menerima pengetahuan.
yang saya tahu Tuhan menciptakan saya sebagai seorang Israel.
Jika saya orang Israel,
mungkin orang menilai saya sulit mengerti apa perbedaan:
antara roket dan petasan,
tangisan dan senyuman,
musibah dan hiburan
hingga perilaku setan dan nurani kemanusiaan
mungkin… saya sulit untuk menerima pemahaman.
yang saya mengerti, Tuhan menciptakan saya sebagai seorang Israel.
Jika saya orang Israel,
mungkin orang beranggapan saya hidup di dunia kebalikan.
Senang di dalam kesedihan.
Arogan di dalam ketidakberdayaan.
Puas di dalam penderitaan
hingga kehidupan di dalam kematian.
bisa jadi… memang hanya saya di dunia kebalikan.
Kesedihan, ketidakberdayaan, penderitaan dan kematian seakan menyiratkan sebuah keniscaaan.
Yang pasti jika saya orang israel, Tuhan menakdirkan saya sebagai seorang Israel.
Maka biarlah orang mengutuk, mengumpat, mencela, menghina dan memaki-maki bangsa saya sepuasnya.
Berkata bangsa biadab.
tak beradab.
Biarlah!
Biarlah hingga kering bibir-bibir mereka!
Sekalipun telah dijelaskan panjang lebar sejarahnya
dari zaman burung pengantar surat
yang lewat
di tepi darat
sambil membawa rahasia kuat-kuat
tanpa gigi kawat
hingga pada masa adanya whatsapp
biarlah!
Ah, peduli gembel!
Tau apa kau tentang Israel?
Apakah kau kira kami tukang pel,
atau seorang intel?
tawanan di sel?
pemilik surel?
atau justru empunya kotak hati bersegel?
Jika saya seorang Israel,
jelas saya seorang Israel.
If I were Israeli,
maybe people think
I do not know what is the meaning of:
criticism,
curse,
anger,
until the value of divinity
maybe I can’t understand
Something that I know is God created me as an Israeli.
If I were Israel,
Maybe people judged that I’m difficult to understand what the differences are:
between rockets and firecrackers,
tears and smiles,
disaster and entertainment
vicious behavior and conscience to humanity
maybe … I get difficult to understanding.
Something that I understand is God created me as an Israeli.
If I were Israeli,
maybe people think that I live in opposite world.
Happy in my sadness.
Arrogant in helplessness.
Satisfied in suffering
to life in death.
it could be … I am the only one in the opposite world
Sadness, helplessness, suffering and death seemed to imply an impossible thing.
To be sure if I were Israeli, God ordained me as an Israeli.
So let people condemned, cursed, denounced, insulting and cursing my nation as much.
Said that my nation is bad.
uncivilized.
Let them!
Let their lips be dry!
Although history has been described clearly
through ‘a post bird’
that passing in the sky
carrying a secret tightly
without braces
during the existence of whatsapp
let it be!
Ah, what the hell!
What do you know about Israel?
Do you think that we are men of the bell,
or an intel?
prisoner in the cell?
owner of email?
or just the owner of the box be sealed?
If I were an Israeli,
obviously I’m an Israeli.
***
(Indonesian version)
Jika saya orang Israel,
mungkin orang berpikir
saya tidak tahu apa arti dari:
kecaman,
kutukan,
kemarahan,
hingga nilai ketuhanan
mungkin… saya sulit menerima pengetahuan.
yang saya tahu Tuhan menciptakan saya sebagai seorang Israel.
Jika saya orang Israel,
mungkin orang menilai saya sulit mengerti apa perbedaan:
antara roket dan petasan,
tangisan dan senyuman,
musibah dan hiburan
hingga perilaku setan dan nurani kemanusiaan
mungkin… saya sulit untuk menerima pemahaman.
yang saya mengerti, Tuhan menciptakan saya sebagai seorang Israel.
Jika saya orang Israel,
mungkin orang beranggapan saya hidup di dunia kebalikan.
Senang di dalam kesedihan.
Arogan di dalam ketidakberdayaan.
Puas di dalam penderitaan
hingga kehidupan di dalam kematian.
bisa jadi… memang hanya saya di dunia kebalikan.
Kesedihan, ketidakberdayaan, penderitaan dan kematian seakan menyiratkan sebuah keniscaaan.
Yang pasti jika saya orang israel, Tuhan menakdirkan saya sebagai seorang Israel.
Maka biarlah orang mengutuk, mengumpat, mencela, menghina dan memaki-maki bangsa saya sepuasnya.
Berkata bangsa biadab.
tak beradab.
Biarlah!
Biarlah hingga kering bibir-bibir mereka!
Sekalipun telah dijelaskan panjang lebar sejarahnya
dari zaman burung pengantar surat
yang lewat
di tepi darat
sambil membawa rahasia kuat-kuat
tanpa gigi kawat
hingga pada masa adanya whatsapp
biarlah!
Ah, peduli gembel!
Tau apa kau tentang Israel?
Apakah kau kira kami tukang pel,
atau seorang intel?
tawanan di sel?
pemilik surel?
atau justru empunya kotak hati bersegel?
Jika saya seorang Israel,
jelas saya seorang Israel.
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