Alfian Sa'at - BGSS_Train Ride to Malaysia lyrics

I Remember us, on the platform, sitting on luggage with our Casios and sweaters playing hand-games, picking flat cigarette bu*ts and having mother scrub their soot off our fingers with gruff tissue. Then recall how we'd grope the bags like birthday gifts, feeling for snacks, the biscuits you proudly packed. Then, tugging father's sleeves, you asked: "Are there cows in Malaysia?". A nod triggered a glimmer of milk teeth, and you peering at the rails that stretched into the infinite night. Such moments: sleepy footsteps, a pa**ing boy's yawn, the water-stained pebbles, forgave us for what we were, mistaking the train's hoot for a far-flung moo, the thresh of its wheels for a clamour of bells. II There was a man, in a PVC jacket, and shades petalled with fingerprints, vampiring marlboros, oozing phantoms. Cheekless and cheerless he clutched a brown PVC bag with a yellow-nailed hand as mottled as the bag. The ring on his finger gawked at us like the eye of a crocodile. There was a woman, green-eyebrowed, self-permed, who beat her son for peeling skin off his lips. When he bawled, the speckled sores stretched open and cried like little mouths. We shrank a little, but never found it in our hearts to judge.