Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Desanya, artist - BZN. Album song It Happened 50 Years Ago, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 18.06.2015
Record label: Universal Music, USM
Song language: Indonesian
Desanya(original) |
| S’ring ku bertemu |
| Seorang tua |
| Yang selalu |
| Senang dan bergembira |
| Terkejut aku |
| Melihat air matanya |
| Kalau ia ceritera |
| Tentang tempo dulu |
| Oh, desanya, indah dan permai |
| Ditinggal terlalu lama |
| Dengen suara yang serak |
| La bernyanyi saja |
| Lagu ini |
| Teringat masa yang lalu |
| Kini seorang diri |
| Hidup hanya kenangan |
| Tiada bisa kembali |
| Teringat masa yang lalu |
| Kini seorang diri |
| Hidup hanya kenangan |
| Tiada bisa kembali |
| Walau badanya |
| Usang dan tua |
| Merindukan |
| Harum bunga melati |
| Terkejut aku |
| Melihat air matanya |
| Kalau ia ceritera |
| Tentang tempo dulu |
| Oh, desanya, indah dan permai |
| Ditinggal terlalu lama |
| Dengen suara yang serak |
| La bernyanyi saja |
| Lagu ini |
| Teringat masa yang lalu |
| Kini seorang diri |
| Hidup hanya kenangan |
| Tiada bisa kembali |
| Teringat masa yang lalu |
| Kini seorang diri |
| Hidup hanya kenangan |
| Tiada bisa kembali |
| Teringat masa yang lalu |
| Kini seorang diri |
| Hidup hanya kenangan |
| Tiada bisa kembali |
| Hidup hanya kenangan |
| Tiada bisa kembali |
| I often meet her |
| An elderly Indian woman |
| Who always |
| Was happy and cheerful |
| How it frightened me |
| When one day I saw her tears |
| While she told |
| Of the good old days |
| And her beautiful Indian village |
| That she left too long ago |
| With a hoarse, broken voice |
| She then started |
| To sing this song |
| I often think of those good old days |
| Now I’m lonely and alone |
| Life now is only memories |
| I could never return again |
| I often think of those good old days |
| Now I’m lonely and alone |
| Life now is only memories |
| I could never return again |
| Though her body is |
| Old and wore-down |
| She keeps yearning for |
| The scent of the Melati flower |
| How it frightened me |
| When one day I saw her tears |
| While she told |
| Of the good old days |
| And her beautiful Indian village |
| That she left too long ago |
| With a hoarse, broken voice |
| She then started |
| To sing this song |
| I often think of those good old days |
| Now I’m lonely and alone |
| Life now is only memories |
| I could never return again |
| I often think of those good old days |
| Now I’m lonely and alone |
| Life now is only memories |
| I could never return again |
| I often think of those good old days |
| Now I’m lonely and alone |
| Life now is only memories |
| I could never return again |
| Life now is only memories |
| I could never return again |
| (translation) |
| My S'ring met |
| an old man |
| Which always |
| Happy and happy |
| I was surprised |
| Seeing her tears |
| If he tells |
| About the past |
| Oh, the village, beautiful and beautiful |
| Left too long |
| Hear the hoarse voice |
| Just sing |
| This song |
| Remember the past |
| Now alone |
| Life is just a memory |
| Can't go back |
| Remember the past |
| Now alone |
| Life is just a memory |
| Can't go back |
| Even though the body |
| Obsolete and old |
| miss |
| Fragrant jasmine flower |
| I was surprised |
| Seeing her tears |
| If he tells |
| About the past |
| Oh, the village, beautiful and beautiful |
| Left too long |
| Hear the hoarse voice |
| Just sing |
| This song |
| Remember the past |
| Now alone |
| Life is just a memory |
| Can't go back |
| Remember the past |
| Now alone |
| Life is just a memory |
| Can't go back |
| Remember the past |
| Now alone |
| Life is just a memory |
| Can't go back |
| Life is just a memory |
| Can't go back |
| I often meet her |
| An elderly Indian woman |
| Who always |
| Was happy and cheerful |
| How it brightened me |
| When one day I saw her tears |
| While she told |
| Of the good old days |
| And her beautiful Indian village |
| That she left too long ago |
| With a hoarse, broken voice |
| She then started |
| To sing this song |
| I often think of these good old days |
| Now I'm lonely and alone |
| Life now is only memories |
| I should never return again |
| I often think of these good old days |
| Now I'm lonely and alone |
| Life now is only memories |
| I should never return again |
| Though her body is |
| Old and wore-down |
| She keeps yearning for |
| The scent of the Jasmine flower |
| How it brightened me |
| When one day I saw her tears |
| While she told |
| Of the good old days |
| And her beautiful Indian village |
| That she left too long ago |
| With a hoarse, broken voice |
| She then started |
| To sing this song |
| I often think of these good old days |
| Now I'm lonely and alone |
| Life now is only memories |
| I should never return again |
| I often think of these good old days |
| Now I'm lonely and alone |
| Life now is only memories |
| I should never return again |
| I often think of these good old days |
| Now I'm lonely and alone |
| Life now is only memories |
| I should never return again |
| Life now is only memories |
| I should never return again |