Freedom is yours…Freedom is yours…
Bougainville, freedom is ours.
A lone mountain frog croaks:
‘German, American ocean submarine bringing you guns and bullets
At Marau beach…’
Freedom is yours…Freedom is yours…
Bougainville, freedom is ours.
A lone mountain frog, calls:
‘Money is raining in Siwai and into Kieta. Give money and grow
Your beloved, Meekamui. Money is raining.’
Freedom is yours…Freedom is yours…
Bougainville, freedom is ours.
A lone mountain frog screams:
‘Siwai, give us money…But, Siwai laughs and snores off…’
He looks for Kongara,
But, Kongara is gone…so jumps into his pit
To rests in oblivion.
Freedom is yours…Freedom is yours…
Bougainville, freedom is ours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem