See me I am
With my mother,
Free, independent
And separate.
And I am dying
For my own language
For my land.
Hear, the caw caw
Of the crow,
Listen the coo coo
Of the cuckoo,
And the low of the calf.
But I am so unfortunate
I am not permitted to utter
And use my own language
By thge Govt that is
Elected by me.