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I saw a man in my dreams
Calling out in a Timorese language
He was gripped by an iron pole
Defining the pain in agony
He cried out straight from the heart
Freedom for East Timor
Nothing less and nothing more
Freedom for East Timor
Like the Omo people calling out for a change
They fought for their rights not to be divided
The same movement we hear, same feelings we share
To see our own people dying while our mothers are crying
It's been our 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? Is this justice?
Like the Chechen and the West Indian
They have one thing in common, they are fighting for freedom
Why do we have to suffer just to live a life in peace?
Do you hear our cry? It's coming straight from the 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?
Is this justice?
Is this justice?
Justice