Ferry Kuching to Sibu
The cry of yellow
For years flowing in the river
Who wants to care?
When wealth is the game
The people in the Horn-bills
They are blinded by the give-away
The blind shadows eclipse in their eyes
They don't see the billions stars
The cry of yellow
Nature works her way
The trade marks in scriptures
They are blinded so blind!
The drying up Rajang River
The crying of loss of business
Don't they step aside and think?
Listen to the cry of yellow
The Rajang River is dead
The years of pollution...
The people forget
Now they wake up
The cry of the yellow
It's time to change the fate
Nature wants us to see tomorrow
Not this way always the same
For years flowing in the river
Who wants to care?
When wealth is the game
The people in the Horn-bills
They are blinded by the give-away
The blind shadows eclipse in their eyes
They don't see the billions stars
The cry of yellow
Nature works her way
The trade marks in scriptures
They are blinded so blind!
The drying up Rajang River
The crying of loss of business
Don't they step aside and think?
Listen to the cry of yellow
The Rajang River is dead
The years of pollution...
The people forget
Now they wake up
The cry of the yellow
It's time to change the fate
Nature wants us to see tomorrow
Not this way always the same
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