Carlos Cano – Habaneras De Sevilla Lyrics

I

Aún recuerdo el piano
De aquella niña
Que había en Sevilla
La novia del embarcado
Nunca la siesta dormía
Sola en los corredores de mecedora
De consola y lorito, sueña el querer
Que a Cuba se fue
Y aquella mujer
Está tocando el piano;
Escriben sus blancas manos
Cartas de amores
Que han de volver

Ay, goleta antillana
Ay, cuánto lo quería
Que era trigo su pelo cuando embarcaba
Que era nieve el pañuelo que adiós decía…
Ay, suspira la fuente
Ay, dormita el pregón…
La copla de un pianillo
Se va metiendo por los balcones
Navegan los galeones
Que hay en los cuadros del corredor…

Estribillo

Se bambolea
La goleta en el río
Se bambolea
Que viene de Sanlúcar
Con la marea
Viva Sevilla
Y los barcos que salen
Pá las Antillas
Viva Triana
Y los barcos que vienen
Desde La Habana

II

Se calla el pianillo
Tras los visillos
Suena el piano
Qué dulce lo toca ahora
La novia del embarcado
Las mecedoras bailan sus habaneras
Con su son de caoba, manigua y ron
Y se abre el balcón
Suspira el pregón.,
Ay, barrio del Baratillo
Tiene color de Murillo
La siesta triste
De aquel salón…
Ay, novio marinero
Ay, capitán de mi puerto
Qué blancas son las velas de tu goleta
Qué secretas las penas de mi pañuelo
Ay, que se fue pá Cuba
Ay, que venga por Dios…
Que venga por el río
Con su goleta, desde Sanlúcar
Que esta copla de azúcar
Pone más dulce mi corazón

Al estribillo y final

Alleycats – Seribu Bintang Lyrics

Ingin ku pergi jauh darimu
Agar ku kenal erti rindu ini
Ingin aku menyelami jiwamu
Agar ku kenal dirimu kasih

Ingin aku membenci dirimu
Tapi kebencian tiada padaku
Walau apa yang kau sangkakan
Aku tetap cinta padamu

Telah lama ku hidup melara
Telah ku gagal dalam bercinta
Kini kau datang dengan seribu bintang
Bintang yang dulu sembunyi
Bintang yang tiada bererti

Kalau kau sudi menyentuhi hatiku
Aku kan selalu dekat padaku
Tapi jangan kau hanya cuba
Untuk mempermainkan cintaku

Jangan permainkan cintaku

Future – My Peak lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, gotta believe us
Super

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke, body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
My baby mama finna get her masters (bravo!)
I just hit the office, that’s the FAFSA (line up)
I don’t wanna hear about no masters (no, no)
I just hit my pastor, it’s faster (okay, okay)
They gon’ point to Cuba when I pass away
I probably still be ballin’ on my Cast Away
I just got a text that say keep goin’ (alright, alright)
I just got a check that say keep goin’
Hurricane Jericho, born-bred Crane mode
Everything player code, phone airplane mode (alright alright)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the devil, you don’t f*ck with me
I’ma keep makin’, I make extra payments
I’m a free agent like the second Matrix
I’mma make donations till there’s reparations (alright alright)
Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon (alright alright)
I be doing sh*t they only think about
I might throw a milli in the Chase account
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the feds, you don’t f*ck with me

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke, body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Verse 2: King Louie]
I just went on tour an’ got a check to do some sh*t I love
Call up L.A. Reid an’ tell his ass it’s time to run it up
Doin’ all this countin’ on my own, I need some new thumbs
I heard they say they gon’ do somethin’ to me
Tell ’em, “Do something”
Live nation checks with my name give me goosebumps
I’ll book a flight for your girl and make your boo cum
Slide on the prey in a day and make the news come
I had a few fights for my life an’ I ain’t lose one
Nothin’ come for free, nothin’ come for free (nope)
When I’m with your spouse, she gon’ cum for me
You don’t want no problems, they go down for me
We can ball an’ kick it, come an’ pump with me, hah

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke, body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

Future – My Peak (feat. Chance The Rapper & King Louie) lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, gotta believe us
Super

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
My baby mama finna get her masters (bravo!)
I just hit the office, that’s the FAFSA (line up)
I don’t wanna hear about no masters (no, no)
I just hit my pastor, it’s faster (okay, okay)
They gon’ point to Cuba when I pass away
I probably still be ballin’ on my Cast Away
I just got a text that say keep goin’ (alright, alright)
I just got a check that say keep goin’
Hurricane Jericho, born-bred Crane mode
Everything player code, phone airplane mode (alright alright)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the devil, you don’t fuck with me
I’ma keep makin’, I make extra payments
I’m a free agent like the second Matrix
I’mma make them nations deal us reparations (alright alright)
Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon (alright alright)
I be doing shit they only think about
I might throw a milli in the Chase account
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the feds, you don’t fuck with me

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Verse 2: King Louie]
I just went on tour an’ got a check to do some shit I love
Call up L.A. Reid and tell his ass it’s time to run it up
Doin’ all this countin’ my own I need some new thumbs
I heard they say they gon’ do something to me, tell ’em “do something”
Live nation checks with my name give me goosebumps
I’ll book a flight for your girl and make your boo cum
Slide on the prey in a day and make the news come
I had a few fights for my life and I ain’t lose one
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
When I’m with your spouse, she gon’ cum for me
You don’t want no problems, they go down for me
We can ball and kick it, come and pump with me, ah

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

Rick Ross – Santorini Greece

Sometimes I be wanting to say "fuck the world!"
I don’t give a fuck!
I’ll shoot it out with all you bitches
Bitches don’t love me
Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga
Everywhere you go bitches throwing rocks nigga
Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini
Seen a Cuban kilo I was 15
Dealing yayo never had my teeth cleaned
Restricted license but I’m so divisive
I know the snipers and I flow the nicest
Fresher than Groovey Lew at a Coogi shoot
A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots
The bank account done caught the Holy Ghost
I say the bank account done caught the Holy Ghost
Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks
Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift
I’m Michael Jackson to the rich niggas
That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers
Suicide, or rather crucified
I prophesize your whole crew demise
Mutulu wife reside in Cuba nigga
Shoot you, let you bleed out, it’s how they do it nigga
Huh! Huh!
These niggas don’t believe in God
From this very moment, you should believe in God
Half of my niggas headed to Attica
Either trafficking or destined to be a janitor
Diabetes rampant in my blood line
That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine
I’m here for results baby let’s cut the chase
Sticky fingers and paper
D.A.’ll drop the case
Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with ’em
2 seaters for all the soldiers who running with ’em
Ask 100 women, yeah they wanna hit ’em
I be half awake and still be running in ’em
Two new liter Sprite to get me through the night
Bowling alley in the basement but we still shooting dice
Rich forever, killa take my old advice
Better yet, take my old bitches and mold ’em right
And if I want her back I come and take her back
Santorini Greece, I put it on the map
Some points you niggas gotta be grateful
Mutulu Shakur
I know your dreads touching the floor nigga
We in the last days, these racist agendas
Blatant double standards because I’m a nigga
Jesse Jackson on them people payroll (fuck him)
When you black, lips chapped ’cause the game cold
I’m giving niggas jobs when I sing songs
White man love me when I get my bling on
But you hate me buying real estate in foreign land
Respect my genius, all my people Portishead
Room full of cloaks and they count votes
Million man march and I’m taking notes
Made it to the top, you thought they saw a ghost
Facing tax evasion, niggas sell they soul
So selling dope was the path we chose
And now it’s boats in the Bel-Air rose
Rich niggas and it’s set and stone
Neck rocky, Sylvester Stallone
See me in Capris or them Andes
Santorini, Greece with a dime piece
My money long, you know I’m out your reach
Only fat nigga jogging on the beach
Versace underwear but see the ass crack
Oblivious to how rapid my cash stack
I’m a pistol toter, fuck I’m voting for? (fuck ’em)
If I could, I’d drop a bomb, let’s take em all to war (fuck ’em)
My favorite shorty out of Baltimore (yeah)
Every Chanel you know I bought it for her (I got that)
All the arguments she never called the law
I was never home but hid the money in the walls
Constant visits from the A.T.F
So I copped some cribs in the ATL
Martha Stewart decorated both
Snoop Dogg donated the smoke
This Chinese arithmetic, and it all add up
It all add up
Big Dog, Big Boss
Huh! Huh!

Khago Refuses To Evacuate Florida Home Amidst Hurricane Irma

Dancehall star Khago has refused to evacuate his South Florida home amidst hurricane Irma barreling down on the state.

Some 5 million people are under evacuation warning in the South Florida area with the powerful storm closing in. Millions have evacuated their homes but there are still some folks who are staying home to ride out the storm. Currently, the hurricane is fluctuating between a category 3 and 4 as it leaves the tip of Cuba barreling towards Florida. Khago, who lives in Jamaica for most of his life, says he is just not leaving.

“Mi cyah leave mi pickney dem, so let God’s will done,” Khago said. “If I drive to New York and the storm comes there, am I going to drive to Boston? Then if it comes there, am I going to drive to Maryland? We are at the starting point, so after us, it will go to other places.” The dancehall deejay says if he is leaving Florida, Jamaica is the only place that he would want to go, but no more flights are leaving out of the Sunshine state.

“I would love to drive out and go to someplace safe yes, but Jamaica mi would want to go, and no plane not flying,” the deejay added. The deejay says that he also take steps to protect his home and also helped some of his elderly neighbors get ready for the storm. Aside from riding out storms, Khago is currently working on some new music due in the coming weeks.

Lupe Fiasco – Made In The Usa

[Intro]
The American motherfucking dream nigga
Yeah!
On my shit nigga
Drogas, Drogas, Drogas
Where you from nigga?
Read the mothafuckin tag bitch
Salute the flag bitch

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
My Glock came from Smyrna, Georgia
My AR-15 from California
My cocaine come from Arizona
My Detroit whip run quick like Forrest

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Bad little bitch from Miami
Came from Cuba but here with family
When I speak that English she don’t understand me
‘Cause I speak I speak I speak that Spanish
On my shit

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Ku Klux man from Indiana (Fuck them niggas)
Brought that shit from Alabama
Making it rain, give ’em Atlanta
Making it, making it rain, rain like New Orleans, Louisiana (Yeah!)
That gang shit came from Illinois
That bang shit came from Illinois
That murder rate in Illinois
‘Nother AR-15 that bitch that made in Illinois

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco & Bianca Sings]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
That lean cup came from Houston, Texas
"Fuck the Police" was Ruthless Records
Black Panthers was moving breakfast
This united state of mind got me shooting reckless
And I was like raised in that fuckin’ ghetto
Made in that fuckin’ ghetto
You ain’t where I’m from bitch
You ain’t on my fucking level
And the whole world want my swag
Bloods and Crips and shit all up in my flag
‘Cause it’s

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco & Bianca Sings]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Verse 5: Lupe Fiasco]
All my heroes from Hollywood (Fuckin’ Hollywood)
Put Tony Montanas all in my hood (Chico)
This rap shit came from New York City (New York City, City)
My momma came from Mississippi (Momma, we made it)
?? my racks in D.C
Cheese steaks when I’m out in Philly
KFC is trying to kill me
Ridding around without a (feeling/filling?)
And I got slang from every region
And I be speaking stars and stripes
And I be dreaming pledge allegiance, (Bitch!)

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Outro]
All my Jordans come from Portland
You shop at a mall, I shop at (Oregon?)
Rest of that shit it ain’t important, (Yeah

Pitbull & J Balvin – Hey Ma (feat. Camila Cabello) (Spanish Version)

[Verse 1: J Balvin]
Dale, sin miedo
Arriésgate y sígueme el juego
Sola, creo
Di a tus amigas hasta luego
No des explicaciones, solo vente
Que tu mente es malvada, eso yo lo sé
En tu mirada yo lo puedo ver
Te mata mi estilo y eso yo lo sé
Vamo’ a romper la disco, rampapampam
Baila que no te he visto, pampapampam
Porque tú eras lo que yo soñé
No perdamos el tiempo, pampapampam

[Chorus: J Balvin & Camila Cabello]
I need you
Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma’
I need you
Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma’
Girl, it’s getting hotter
I can’t take much more
I need you
Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma’
I need you

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Pa’lante con la libertad de Cuba
Y que la isla entera suba
De la Habana hasta Santiago
Todo mundo fumando puros y tomando tragos
¡Qué relajo! El vago trabaja doble
So, ponte las pilas
Todo mundo quiere una Cubana, ponte en fila
Esto es un party, que siga, como sea
¿Cómo qué? Como tú quieras, a tu manera
Are you single?
Quítate las payamitas pa’ que tú veas
No soy un mono vestido de seda
Esas mujeres están calientes y mucho más
Te queman por aquí, te queman por allá

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
No miraré atrás, oh, no, ya no
No puedo respirar sin tu amor
Baby, tu amor

[Chorus: J Balvin, Camila Cabello, Both]
I need you
Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma’
I need you
Hey, mama hey mama, hey mama, hey ma’
Girl, it’s getting hotter
I can’t take much more
I need you
Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma’
I need you
I need you
Hey

[Bridge: Camila Cabello]
Si tocas mi piel
Tú saciarás mi sed
Oh, voy a enloquecer
Dime lo que vas a hacer
Dime lo que vas a hacer, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & J Balvin]
I need you
Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma’
I need you
Hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, ma’
Girl, it’s getting hotter
I can’t take much more
I need you
Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma’
I need you

[Outro: Camila Cabello]
I need you, hey!
Pa mi gente latina, stand up!
¡Cuba!

Pitbull – Hey Ma lyrics

[Verse 1: J Balvin]
Come on, without scare
Take care and follow me the game
Alone i think
Tell your friends later
Do not explain, just come
That your mind is evil, that I know
In your look I can see it
You kill my style and I know that
I’m going to break the record, rampapampam
Dance that I have not seen you, pampapampam
Because you were what I dreamed
Let’s not waste time, pampapampam

[Chorus: J Balvin & Camila Cabello]
I need you
Hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, ma’
I need you
Hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, ma’
Girl, it’s getting hotter
I can’t take much more
I need you
Hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, ma’
I need you

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Pa’lante with the freedom of Cuba
And that the whole island will rise
From Havana to Santiago
Everyone smoking cigars and drinking drinks
What a relaxation! The bum works double
Just put the batteries
Everyone wants a Cuban, stand in line
This is a party, follow, whatever
Like what? As you want, your way
Are you single?
Take the payamitas for you to see
I’m not a silk dress monkey
These women are hot and much more
They burn you out there, they burn you over there

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I will not look back, oh, no, no more
I can not breathe without your love
Baby your love

[Chorus: J Balvin, Camila Cabello, Both]
I need you
Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma’
I need you
Hey, mama hey mama, hey mama, hey ma’
Girl, it’s getting hotter
I can’t take much more
I need you
Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma’
I need you
I need you
Hey

[Bridge: Camila Cabello]
If you touch my skin
You will quench my thirst
Ooh, I’m going to go crazy
Tell me what you’re going to do
Tell me what you are going to do, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Chorus: J Balvin & Camila Cabello]
I need you
Hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, ma’
I need you
Hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, ma’
Girl, it’s getting hotter
I can’t take much more
I need you
Hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, mama, hey, ma’
I need you

[Outro: Camila Cabello]
I need you
Hey
[??]
Cuba!

LUPE FIASCO – Made In The USA lyrics

The American motherfucking dream nigga
Yeah!
On my shit nigga
Drogas, Drogas, Drogas
Where you from nigga?
Read the mothafuckin tag bitch
Salute the flag bitch

My Glock came from Savannah, Georgia
My AR-15 from California
My cocaine come from Arizona
My Detroit whip run quick like Forrest

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Bad little bitch from Miami
Came from Cuba but here with family
When I speak that English she don’t understand me
‘Cause I speak I speak I speak that Spanish
On my shit

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Ku Klux man from Indiana (Fuck them niggas)
Brought that shit from Alabama
Making it rain, give ’em Atlanta
Making it, making it rain, rain like New Orleans, Louisiana (Yeah!)
That gang shit came from Illinois
That bang shit came from Illinois
That murder rate in Illinois
‘Nother AR-15 that bitch that made in Illinois

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

That lean cup came from Houston, Texas
For the police was Ruthless Records
Black Panthers was moving breakfast
Bitch united state of mind got me shooting reckless
And I was like raised in that fuckin’ ghetto
Made in that fuckin’ ghetto
You ain’t where I’m from bitch
You ain’t on my fucking level
And the whole world want my swag
Bloods and Crips and shit all up in my flag
‘Cause it’s

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

All my heroes from Hollywood (Fuckin’ Hollywood)
Put Tony Montanas all in my hood (Chico)
This rap shit came from New York City (New York City, City)
My momma came from Mississippi (Momma, we made it)
?? my racks in D.C
Cheese steaks when I’m out in Philly
KFC is trying to kill me
Ridding around without a (feeling/filling?)
And I got ?? from every region
And I be speaking starts and stripes
And I be dreaming pledge allegiance, (bitch!)

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

All my Jordans come (from Portland/imported?)
You shop at a mall, I shop at (Oregon?)
Rest of that shit it ain’t important, (yeah!)

Farhan Shah – Terjatuh Hati lyrics

Elak soalan, aku harap kau cuba
Sampaikan jawapan bilaku masih bertanya
Adahkah mungkin kita lebih dari kawan
Harapkan ini bukan sekadar berangan

Aku Ingin Seluruh Yang Ada
Pada diri dan batinmu jua
Sayangkan aku seperti ku sayangmu
Pulangkan hati, yang kau curi padaku

Jalan tak menentu arah bila kau tiada disini
Luka meneman duka bila kau jauhkan diri
Kerna ku selalu memikirkan kamu
Mungkin tandanya ku sudah telah terjatuh hati

Entah mengapa, diriku merasa resah
Snapstreak pun sampai melebihi empat puluh lima
Ambil aku jadi pacar selamanya
Hingga kau inginkan kita bina keluarga

Aku Ingin Seluruh Yang Ada
Pada diri dan batinmu jua
Sayangkan aku sperti ku sayangmu
Pulangkan hati, yang kau curi padaku

Jalan tak menentu arah bila kau tiada disini
Luka meneman duka bila kau jauhkan diri
Kerna ku selalu memikirkan kamu
Mungkin tandanya ku sudah telah terjatuh hati

Kaulah yang aku perlukan dalam hidupku setiap hari
Sedikit pun tak kepenatan dalam minda kau berlari
Mengapa ku selalu memikirkan kamu
Mungkin tandanya ku sudah telah terjatuh hati

Ella – Kesal lyrics

Berulang kali ku cuba mengerti
Namun kau tak pernah untuk menyedari
Walaupun akhirnya semua kan berlalu
Hadapi kenyataan
Biarpun penuh berduri
Harusku hadapi

Tuk sejenak diri lupakan problema
Agar lepas dari segala prasangka
Aku cuba berlari
Ikuti langkahku
Menyongsong matahari
Biarlah kan ku tempuh
Jalan hidup sendiri

Tanpa engkau lagi ingin kubuktikan semua
Bahwa diri ini bukanlah sekadar
Boneka yang dapat kau jadikan mainan

Resahku kerna dia
Kesalku kerna dia
Harapan hidup berdua
Ternyata sia-sia

Resahku kerna dia
Kesalku kerna dia
Lebih baik putus saja
Daripada tersiksa
Hidupku jadinya
O…O….