Born on the hill
Raised on native ground
Our mother land
Everything that we call ours
Aware of what is ours
Flags rule the hill
Meanwhile foreign ground
Taken away
Everything that once was ours
Betrayed by what was ours
Blood on the hill
Blood soaks the ground
Rivers run red
Of brothers drowned
Taken away
Everything we had
Our spirit ain't free
Our bodies dead
Beneath the hill
Graves seam the ground
Dead brothers rest
The loss profound
Both sides in grief
Brothers we had
Freedom's belief
Too many dead
