Letras
Your flags tore through our rice fields
Your laws drowned our tongue in ink
You called it unity
We call it theft wrapped in paper
We carved our names in river stones
You washed them smooth with your decree
Now the soil remembers what your books erase
THIS LAND SPEAKS IN SUNDA!
NOT YOUR CAPITAL'S DREAM!
FROM GALUH TO PREANGER
WE CLAIM WHAT IS OURS!
You built your towers on our shrines
Fed us lies with borrowed rice
Our children chant your anthem
While forgetting their grandmother's lullaby
THIS LAND SPEAKS IN SUNDA!
NOT YOUR CAPITAL'S DREAM!
FROM GALUH TO PREANGER
WE CLAIM WHAT IS OURS!
We are not your province
We are not your resource
We are the echo in the valley
That refuses to fade
NO MORE SILENCE!
THIS LAND SPEAKS IN SUNDA! (This land speaks in Sunda)
NOT YOUR CAPITAL'S DREAM! (Not your capital's dream)
FROM GALUH TO PREANGER (Our claim)
WE CLAIM WHAT IS OURS!