Kue Dang--, Kue Dang--
“Kue Dang--, Kue Dang--”
“bangbangbangbang--”
Once I heard that crier out of the market
A guy hawking home-made cakes in a basket
He displayed one after another of his goodies
But I just shook my head and said goodbye
He collected all his goods good-humoredly
And smilingly said “Terimakasih” in my stead
Although I had just bought enough bread
To save some more as snacks was to be harmless
How I regret, back home, of my cold-heartedness
After that I heard many times the “ Kue Dang--”
And two wood sticks striking “bangbangbang--”
But every time I got out to the foreground
To buy his cakes, there was no one to be found
Was that “Kue Dang--, Kue Dang--”
Hallusinations out of a guilty haunt