Misha Omar - Bunga Bunga Cinta

Here's to another old Malay song!

I've been in love with this songs since I was still in pre-school and it is still a go-to song for me~
It is a song about a broken love, from being the everything to being left stranded with a broken heart. The lyrics use a lot of metaphors and nature as a symbolic gesture of love, hence some of the translation might not make sense.
Feel free to comment for anything though!

Now, let's get on with it!

Bunga Bunga Cinta - Flowers of Love

Wet Paint

I met you when the paint was wet
You saw through how it dries
Clinging to the wall like a second skin
Still, I wished for a wallpaper

Passing my street you stop and chatted
About the weather and the new colour
The season changed to summer and drier heat
You pointed up my wall and there it is, a cracked bit

Soon the paint starts peeling itself
Kept on stopping by and we chatted
Talked about the old and the new
Said you'll help paint mine too

We scrounged the walls deep
Till the bare base surfaces
The ashy gray cemented bricks
With tiny holes of air pockets

Months gone by changing seasons
The storms and thunders provide reasons
My street missing your daily presence
My walls grew moldy from separation

New paint sat beside me
Wet from water mixing
My back to the street I stare
At the steel gate I just purchased

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To her and Mr. Confusing. Thank you, now her heart is re-strengthen, I guess....

Re-uploaded due to some spelling mistakes huhuhu

Unobtainable

I knew
Your flower blooms
Known by your friends
No square cut-outs
with double clicks for hearts
But I knew

and yet I 

I noticed
How you slanted
Relaxing your side
Pouring pleasantries
Inviting conversation
To ease my knotted heart

funny me

I understood
Comprehending facts
A story of two
Of a host and a guest
Provider of comfort
Seeker of warmth

but still I 

I clings
To the spread of warmth
Spring freshness
Claiming for attention
In desperation
but I knew

it is wrong

I dreamt
a fantasy of you and me
momentarily forgetting
the flower by your side
growing painfully
and that I'm beaten

because I know
you're not mine to hold