The news of West Papuans alarm,
Staring the dynamite of your brilliance arms
We landlord are exploded,
The tanks that we’d never forget it.

Hectar per hectar, Hill per hill
They changed into the bills
No pig we celebrated
No tree we needed
Not even the symbol
of our beloved Idols.

The widow look at the window
Spying the devil
of plundering the tear and the fear
News closed,
State are paying to those.