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Paroles de Teman Jiwa

Paroles de la chanson Teman Jiwa par Erra Fazira lyrics officiel

Teman Jiwa est une chanson en Malais

Mengapakah cinta ini
Berlalu pergi seperti mimpi
Terdamparku bersendiri

Takkan pernah menghancurkan
Hati mulusmu sumpah tulusku
Yang menggoyah rimba cinta

Tiap piku yang kurentas
Membawaku kepadamu
Bayu senja yang berhembus
Membisik namamu

Ku mengerti ratapanmu
Namun aku terbelenggu
Janji silam terpahat kukuh
Aku tak mampu

Tak mampuku pertahankan
Jurang cinta jua kenangan
Tinggallah ku kesepian
Merenung awan

Maafkan ku tuk segalanya
Ku terlena seketika
Mimpi indah kini musnah
Membenam sukma

Makin jauh ku tenggelam
Disayap malam tanpaku duga
Dalam cintaku terluka

Bukan niat menghancurkan
Perasaan cinta lupakan saja
Segala kisah teman jiwa

Tiap piku yang kurentas
Membawaku kepadamu
Bayu senja yang berhembus
Membisik namamu

Ku mengerti ratapanmu
Namun aku terbelenggu
Janji silam terpahat kukuh
Aku tak mampu

Redup cahaya dirembulan
Menyuluhku dalam harapan
Semakin hilangnya arah
Menyepiku pasrah

Oh maafkan aku tuk segalanya
Ku terlena seketika
Mimpi indah kini musnah
Membenam sukma

Mungkin ini takdirnya kisah kita
Berakhirnya teman cinta
Teman jiwa

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Commentaires sur les paroles de Teman Jiwa

#2 m-e

21/05/2019 à 16:34:22

This little Babe so few days old, Is come to rifle Satan's fold ; All hell doth at his presence quake, Though he himself for cold do shake ; For in this weak unarmèd wise The gates of hell he will surprise. With tears he fights and wins the field, His naked breast stands for a shield ; His battering shot are babish cries. His arrows looks of weeping eyes, His martial ensigns Cold and Need, And feeble Flesh his warrior's steed. His camp is pitchèd in a stall, His bulwark but a broken wall ; The crib his trench, haystalks his stakes ; Of shepherds he his muster makes ; And thus, as sure his foe to wound, The angels' trumps alarum sound. My soul, with Christ join thou in fight ; Stick to the tents that he hath pight. Within his crib is surest ward ; This little Babe will be thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, Then flit not from this heavenly Boy.

#1 m-e

21/05/2019 à 16:33:08

typos!!

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