Inside an open furrow I saw a star of infinite loneliness germinate
And with a basket I saw it watered
With water from a stream of darkness
Oh Malaya, the sowing was spoiled
And the water of the brook began to run
The star likes clarity
And freedom to the water of the brook
The star did not bear fruit, it went to give light
And the water of the stream went to take care of him
In a sad hour I wanted to sing
And within my song I wanted to scream
And within my scream I wanted to cry
But only I sing to shut up sea
Oh malaya the hour in which I went to sing
Oh malaya the hour in which I went to shout
And so the star went to its clarity
And so the stream went to his freedom
The time has not come to clarify
The time has not come to clarify
To clarify