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 more, freedom for East Timor

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?