Ai Timor

Wash your eyes, deny the kiss
From the maze, choose the sea
On the deserted dock, desire remains
For the warm land yet to be won

Noble soldier, here you come
On the wings of your dragon
You kiss the bodies on the scorched ground
You’ll never have our forgiveness

Oh Timor
The voices quiet
Of your ancestors
Oh Timor
If others are silent
Let us sing

Salt from bellies you never had
Reaping the children that aren’t yours
Noble soldier, you never dreamed
Of seeing a sword in God’s hand

From the cross, a flaming spear is made
That bleeds the sky at noon
From the midst of bodies, the same mud
Final bed where love was born