When I lived at my place, when I lived in my village,
Before the planes came. Before the planes.
Flat rice fields stretched further than eye could see
From up on the terraces of our mountain.

You tell me that the moon goesa round the earth,
You tell me that the earth is round.
It doesn’t look round to me.
I don’t believe you.

When I lived at my place. When I lived in my village
With my family, with my mother, my father,
My grandmother, grandfather,
When I lived at my place, when I lived in my village
The moon was there.
The moon was there.

It told us when to fish,
When to plant the seeds,
How to heal, what to harvest,
As it came and went from the sun.

When I looked at my place. When I looked at my village,
After the planes came, after the soldiers came,
After the bombs came, after the poisons came,
After the planes came.
When I looked at my place, when I looked at my village
There was no-one. There was no thing.

How can I believe the earth is round,
That the moon goes round the earth,
When people that looked like you killed my family?
They looked like your face.
They weren’t from your place,
But they might have been.
They might have been.
So how can I believe you?