This land is rightfully ours,
We’ve been planting rows and furrows of corn;
Ploughed it with cows and hoes;
But today this land makes us foes.
Bring back the land you took by force;
This land was never yours,
We don’t mean to raise our voice,
We just hope to reclaim our loss.
The only source there is for us,
To feed and clothe these bodies
Coated by the shadows of the sun.
We tired of doing your chores,
We just hope to serve no boss
I hope you see we both have no choice.