I saw a man in my dream, calling out, in the
Timorese language, he was gripped by, an iron
claw, defining the pain and agony, he cried out
straight from the heart.

Freedom for East Timor, nothing less and nothing
more, freedom for East Timor.

Like the Yolngu people, calling out for a change,
they fought for their rights, not to be divided,
same movement we hear, same feelings we share, to
see our own people dying, while our mothers are
crying, it's been a cry, straight from the
heart.

Freedom for East Timor, nothing less and nothing
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I'm a prisoner in my own land, why do one rule
and others suffer, is this justice? Is this
justice? Is this justice? Like the Chechens and
the West Irians, they have one thing in common,
they are fighting for freedom, why do we have to
surer, just to live our life in peace, you can
hear our cry, it's coming straight from our
heart I'm a prisoner in my own land, why do one
rule and others suffer, is this justice? Is this
justice? Is this justice?

is this justice? Is this justice? justice?
justice?