Het erfje in Banjoewangi

In a yard with some trees
Stood a house, low and small
In the tidy rooms
Lived an old, wise woman

In the years of exile
From the bloodline of her father
The children had left
Far from their homeland

And they took with them when they left
Because there was no other way
Farewell to the little yard
In the warm tropical sun

In that yard, with some trees
That has so much to tell
She remained true to her own land
And the resting place of her man

In that earth that he loved
Where he found work and peace
He rested, with whom life
Bound her until death

In that yard, with some trees
That has so much to tell
She remained true to her own land
And the resting place of her man