More songs by Whisnu Santika
Description
It's like a Sunday morning when no one is in a hurry. Just the sound of the kettle, the sun on the curtains, and sounds like the room is breathing. The music flows smoothly, like water from a jug - not a single word, but everything is clear: it's quiet, calm, and a little lazy here.
It's like the moment before the day begins - when your thoughts haven't woken up yet, but your mood is already smiling. Tracks like these are usually played not for background noise, but to remember what it's like to just be.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Put your hands up in the air. Put your hands up in the air.
Put your hands up in the air. Put your hands up in the air. Put your hands up. Put your hands up.
Put your hands up. Put your hands up. Put your hands up, hands up, hands up.
Yalla, yalla, yalla habibi!
Habibiya, habibe.
Put your hands up in the air. Put your hands up in the air.
Put your hands up in the air. Put your hands up in the air. Put your hands up. Put your hands up.
Put your hands up. Put your hands up. Put your hands up, hands up, hands up.
Yalla, yalla, yalla habibi!