Love at the level of education

In silence I sing a song of love Inside the building I fall asleep to the melodious song flying from the direction of the Mapala secretariat While in my room there is a rumbling longing
The fluttering smile of a sweet angel without wings I stare at

Slowly passing by slowly then disappearing swallowed by the darkness

I was surprised by the sound of swinging shoes With thousands of footnotes and revisions That float in the cavity of my head makes me lose energy
Ahhhh... when will this drama end
When will I proudly remember the toga while walking pretentiously in front of the rectorate then being glanced at by juniors

Don't become a campus donor or a statue that accompanies the old machines under the floor

That's not what I'm thinking right now, oh engineering students
On the other hand, a group of men and several women are busy sitting in the food court, processing each other

About campus politics, about national problems, occasionally about love stories that continue to fail

A glass of extra milk, warm coffee, a cigarette and a plate of chocolate bananas are attached to critical thoughts that continue to compete with dogma, drama and left books.
Everything can be achieved, but not everyone can be an engineering student

Energy and love that move in the veins, moving the gears of longing

Pursuing academics, passing through the corridor of time full of elegy

Don't doubt my guts, I don't shrink when it comes to facing the fierceness I'm not afraid when facing the onslaught of calculus, physics, statistics and machines that are chaotic in the contents of my head
Dersik drags the elegy

Slowly swallowed by arunika

Sometimes I have to sing along or chat with a laptop, piles of books and practice reports
They say engineering guys are crocodiles, maybe they've never been made romantic until they collapse weakly with loyalty

They say engineering girls are unfaithful, maybe They haven't felt me stuffing their mouths with lumps of thesis revisions Waiting for lecturers for hours I'm loyal, let alone to love you.

If later another child hurts your heart, it's okay, there are still civilians ready to strengthen the construction of your heart

If later industry hurts your body, there are still machines ready to fix it If later someone hurts your heart, don't worry There are ships ready to sail with your love

If later oil breaks your hopes, it's okay, there is still geology ready to mine love from the bottom of your heart again

If geophysics leaves you, remember... there is still chemical engineering ready to oxidize the love and loyalty in your chest

And remember too... there is still Transla ready to sail every story with you across the vast ocean

Bathed in dust and gray that race with the addictive smile of a lover

Sometimes it has to be broken by the sweetness of a honey smile

Sometimes it has to be broken by the sweet promise of a lover and bad grades or even broken because you have to bargain for your birthday next year
It's okay if you fail in love

But don't fail to get a bachelor's degree in engineering
Even if I fail to get that love, as long as I don't leave my degree

Because for me Fatek is love,

Then it will continue I climbed stair after stair, I chased every dream even though it was swallowed by uncertainty.