“Kue Dang--, Kue Dang--”

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