At His Kingdom

Dionisio de Jesus Lopes

Holy is Thy place where Thou hid

When Thy noble heart’s persistence remained

Thou saved Thyself from the Tyrant

From their claws Thou escaped the threat

In Thy Kingdom Thou outwitted the bait

I can prove Thy mind so brilliant

Though Thy Kingdom is built underground

Thy thoughts, Thy dreams went beyond

At Cipinang, Austrália, Mozambique, Portugal and Portugal they heard

They knew Thou fought Thy will thou wounded

Thy dreams conceived underground

They bore fruits with Thy memories

At Mertutu, we reminisced

Konis Santana, Thy soul may rest in Peace!

Iha Nia Kadunan

Dionisio de Jesus Lopes

Santu iha Na’i nia fatin bainhira Na’i hasubar-an

Bainhira Na’i nia fuan nobel persistensia hela nafatin

Na’i salva Na’i nia-an husi inimigu

Husi sira nia kukun kro’at Na’i halai sees husi ameasa

Iha Na’i nia Kadunan Na’i ensede husi iska

Ha’u bele prova katak Na’i nia kakutak matenek tebes

Maske Na’i nia Kadunan harii iha rai okos

Na’i nia hanoin, Na’i nia mehi hakaat liu

Iha Cipinang, Australia, Mozambique, Indonesia no Portugal sira rona

Sira hatene Na’i luta maske to’o kanek

Na’i nia mehi sira kous iha rai okos

Sira hahoris fuan manek ho Na’i nia memória sira

Iha Mertutu, ami selebra memorativu ne’e

Konis Santa, hein katak Na’i nia klamar hela ho Dame!

K’ Santana’s Undying Memoirs

Dionisio de Jesus Lopes

You stood to fight for freedom

You fought to keep the culture

You fearlessly spoke in Tetum

The native tongue…our pasture!

Your selfless love was like a hope rising in the east

Your nerve and sinews was like a lit in our hearts

Your fearless thoughts and acts woke up the least

Broke the silence, made us rise in the field

Thy principles we will uphold forever

We will embrace in selfless love in times of call

For Thy memoirs so great and clear

Shall tell your great memoirs, K. Santana!

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Memória K’ Santana

Ó hamriik hodi luta ba ukun-an

Ó luta hodi prezerva kultura

Ó berani ko’alia Tétum

Lian Inan… ita-nia rain!

Ó nia domin bo’ot hanesan mehi mosu iha Timór

Ó nia urat no múskulo hanesan loos ahi iha ami nia fuan

Ó nia hanoin ne’ebé berani no aksaun fanu ami mutuk sira

Halakon silénsiu, hafanu ami hader iha luta Timór nian

Ó nia prinsipiu tomak ami sei kuidadu nafatin

Ami sei haku’ak metin ho domin boot iha tempu ne’ebé presiza

Ba Ita-Boot nia memória ne’ebé aas no klaru

Hatutan nafatin Ó nia memória hotu, K. Santana!