Um dois treis, everything’s gotta go
The old man had his reasons because he was tought so
A body of a soldier hunger and anger
A stolen mother tongue and a war on his shoulders
And one on my behalf i never signed up for

Saudade no meu curaçao
Essa lingua que eu canto não posso falar

Quatro cinco seis duno if anything’s changed
What a long walk what a nightmare, hurray independency, hurray
And all the bloody diamonds remain in someone elses hands
And while i shout for peace, i’m learning portuguese
There’s a war on my behalf that i’ve never signed up for

Saudade no meu curaçao
Essa lingua que eu canto não posso falar

Well how shity the past and how shitty malaria
And that sad mix of sunshine and poverty down there
Some time ago one went for a stroll for to leave nothing but shards, oh thank you lord
We’ve not talked this out back to buisness as usual
Everyone here loves a good robbery - shut up an work for me
Cry along the roads of our lovely city centers
With its bloody golden chapels see my sadness’ not invented