We walk on the jungle and crawl in history
The ephemeral liberty constantly in memory
Delicately we become skilled in the art of killing
For too long deprived of the altar's blessing
 

Our nation struggles in a contemporary crusade
Over a land soaked in blood our path is made
Seven rifles, seven men, seven times dire
Timor, the  ambiguous Java shrouded you in fire
 

The heaven above Dili  profaned by a muezzin's cry
But from Sumatra to Irian Jaya Indonesia will fall
Xanana confers us the determination to defy
 

The women of Baucau will again sing
In our villages the bells will sound
The hour of liberation is arriving!

timor anthem hino
M. Daedalus
21/01/1998