Ging gang gooli, moonlit jeepers,

Tiny Tones pop like bubblegum sneakers;

count to three, the sky goes lime,

we ride on bass to jellybean time.

Whistle-twirl, secret clubhouse beat,

candyfloss clouds beneath our feet;

hey-oh, hey-oh, echo the stars,

we’re scribbling Saturn on candy-bar guitars.

Ging gang gooli, never go home—

just loop the joy in our pocket-size dome.

血色夕陽把鐵錘影子拉長，

汗珠砸碎在滾燙的瀝青上。

我們是無名的鋪路幫，

把心臟和砂石一同壓成槍膛。

黎明之前，我把自己鋪成方向，

讓后來者的腳步，踩著我的傷。

若某天倒在路上，別為我悲傷，

只需把冷掉的夢，繼續(xù)往遠方夯。

大馬的風(fēng)掠過椰林

把舊鐵皮屋頂掀成浪

我們騎破摩托 油箱剩最后一格理想

穿過雨窟 穿過油棕的迷宮

把未寄出的信塞進黃昏的口袋

吉隆坡的霓虹像未完成的合同

我們在天橋下蓋章 用拳頭和啤酒

讓節(jié)奏墜進下水道 回響成鼓

大馬 我們在這生銹的樂園里

把日子擦得亮到刺眼 再騎向月光

Celebrate good times, come on!

Jump and shout, feel the rhythm of the night—

we got love, we got light, we got you and me.

Clap your hands, lift your voice, let the stars align;

every heartbeat’s a drum, every smile is a song.

We’re spinning in the glow of forever,

tossing worries to the wind like confetti.

Tonight we paint the sky with dreams,

paint the sky with dreams—

celebrate, celebrate, celebrate and dance so free!