My Malaysia

{transcribed by Adri Verhoef, 27-12-2002}

Did you ever smell the rains when the monsoon blows
Then the Bunga-raja flowers go asleep
That is where the sea embraces the golden coast
And guitars and gamalang softly weep
Darling, my darling, my ku-kaseh-ku
I miss the sun but boy, I miss you most
My love for you is true and deep

My Malaysia, selamat tinggal, selamat tinggal
'Til we'll meet again
My Malaysia, I hear the drums call, I hear the drums call
Yes we'll meet again
My Malaysia, high on the mountains, I'll see the fires
To show me the way
Let them burn, 'til my return

On the Pinang-Beach he smiled at me
He sold white orchids on that place
The son of the sun, he seemed to be
A blue-jeans prince with an ebony face
Darling, my darling, my ku-kasseh-ku
My Malaysian dream, wait for me
I still feel the touch of your warm embrace

My Malaysia, selamat tinggal, selamat tinggal
'Til we'll meet again
The fires burn
The fires burn, 'til my return

My Malaysia, ah hah hah hah, ah hah hah hah
Hah hah hah hah hah
The fires burn, 'til my return

Darling, my darling, my ku-kaseh-ku
My Malaysia, I hear the drums call
My Malaysia, I hear the drums call...