1.Timor
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,
Itâs been a cry, straight from the heart.
Freedom for East Timor, nothing less and nothing more, freedom
for East Timor.
Iâm 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,
Itâs coming straight from our heart
Iâm 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？
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