Longe da vista longe da mão Longe de tudo mas perto do coração
When the sun rises in East Timor There is pain and fear behind each door The streets are watched by M 16's Aiming at the hearts aiming at the dreams Of Maubere people
Hold on proud Maubere You're not alone so don't despair Hope is older than you and me Sooner or late you will be free
When the sun sets in western homes Your Holly Mary prayer disturbs eyes and ears The TV sets are smeared with blood And washed in your tears Maubere people
Fight back brave Maubere Someone cares for you so don't despair Hope is older than you and me Sooner or later you will be free
But I wonder still how many have to die Under prayers and cries Till the world won't close its eyes Who knows who can tell? Ambush on the hills Ambush everywhere Fight back Maubere They may tie up your hands And blind you with a blind fold They may shoot your body And dump you in a hole They may put you chains But they can't chain you soul
