Did you ever smell the rains when the monsoon blows?(Then the bunga-raja flowers go asleep)That is where the sea embraces the golden coast(And guitars and gamalan softly weep)Darling, my darlingMy kukaseh ku(I miss the sun but, boy, I miss you most)My love for you is true and deepMy MalasiaSelamat tinggalSelamat tinggal till we meet againMy MalasiaI hear the drums callI hear the drums callYes, we’ll meet againMy Malasia, high on the mountainsI see the fires to show me the wayLet them burn (Let them burn)Till my returnOn the Penang Beach he smiled at me(He sold white orchids on that place)The son of the sun he seemed to be(A blue jean prince with an ebony face)Darling, my darlingMy kukaseh ku(My Malasian dream, wait for me)I still feel the touch of your warm embraceMy MalasiaSelamat tinggalSelamat tinggal till we meet againThe fires burn (The fires burn)Till my returnMy MalasiaAhahaFire burnTill my returnDarling, my darlingMy kukaseh kuMy Malasia(I hear the drums call)My MalasiaI hear the drums call