{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"BZN-Desanya ","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/slager.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=659944&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/slager.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=659944&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"\r\nSeorang tua\r\nYang selalu\r\nSenang dan bergembira\r\nTerkejut aku\r\nMelihat air matanya\r\nKalau ia ceritera\r\nTentang tempo dulu\r\nOh, desanya, indah dan permai\r\nDitinggal terlalu lama\r\nDengen suara yang serak\r\nLa bernyanyi saja\r\nLagu ini\r\n\r\nTeringat masa yang lalu\r\nKini seorang diri\r\nHidup hanya kenangan\r\nTiada bisa kembali\r\n\r\nTeringat masa yang lalu\r\nKini seorang diri\r\nHidup hanya kenangan\r\nTiada bisa kembali\r\n\r\nWalau badanya\r\nUsang dan tua\r\nMerindukan\r\nHarum bunga melati\r\nTerkejut aku\r\nMelihat air matanya\r\nKalau ia ceritera\r\nTentang tempo dulu\r\nOh, desanya, indah dan permai\r\nDitinggal terlalu lama\r\nDengen suara yang serak\r\nLa bernyanyi saja\r\nLagu ini\r\n\r\nTeringat masa yang lalu\r\nKini seorang diri\r\nHidup hanya kenangan\r\nTiada bisa kembali\r\n\r\nTeringat masa yang lalu\r\nKini seorang diri\r\nHidup hanya kenangan\r\nTiada bisa kembali\r\n\r\nTeringat masa yang lalu\r\nKini seorang diri\r\nHidup hanya kenangan\r\nTiada bisa kembali\r\nHidup hanya kenangan\r\nTiada bisa kembali\tEnglish translation (by Johan Beckker): \"Her village\"\r\n\r\nI often meet her,\r\nAn elderly Indian woman,\r\nWho always\r\nWas happy and cheerful\r\nHow it frightened me\r\nWhen one day I saw her tears\r\nWhile she told\r\nOf the good old days\r\nAnd her beautiful Indian village\r\nThat she left too long ago\r\nWith a hoarse, broken voice\r\nShe then started\r\nTo sing this song\r\n\r\nI often think of those good old days\r\nNow I'm lonely and alone\r\nLife now is only memories\r\nI could never return again\r\n\r\nI often think of those good old days\r\nNow I'm lonely and alone\r\nLife now is only memories\r\nI could never return again\r\n\r\nThough her body is\r\nOld and wore-down\r\nShe keeps yearning for\r\nThe scent of the Melati flower\r\nHow it frightened me\r\nWhen one day I saw her tears\r\nWhile she told\r\nOf the good old days\r\nAnd her beautiful Indian village\r\nThat she left too long ago\r\nWith a hoarse, broken voice\r\nShe then started\r\nTo sing this song\r\n\r\nI often think of those good old days\r\nNow I'm lonely and alone\r\nLife now is only memories\r\nI could never return again\r\n\r\nI often think of those good old days\r\nNow I'm lonely and alone\r\nLife now is only memories\r\nI could never return again","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/6\/5\/9\/_\/659944_31375_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"659944"}