Energy of Asia: Kita Indonesia



Api yang membara tiada padam
Layaknya semangat yang membakar di dalam dada
Dari New Delhi hingga Jakarta
Obor dinyalakan, semua berdiri,
Berlari demi Ibu Pertiwi
Membangkitkan semangat dalam jiwa dan raga
Kita pasti bisa!
Tunjukkan pada dunia
INDONESIA JUARA!
Padmalya Supangkat
Senin, 6 Agustus 2018

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