Freedom is yours…Freedom is yours… br Bougainville, freedom is ours. br A lone mountain frog croaks: br ‘German, American ocean submarine bringing you guns and bullets br At Marau beach…’ br Freedom is yours…Freedom is yours… br Bougainville, freedom is ours. br A lone mountain frog, calls: br ‘Money is raining in Siwai and into Kieta. Give money and grow br Your beloved, Meekamui. Money is raining.’ br Freedom is yours…Freedom is yours… br Bougainville, freedom is ours. br A lone mountain frog screams: br ‘Siwai, give us money…But, Siwai laughs and snores off…’ br He looks for Kongara, br But, Kongara is gone…so jumps into his pit br To rests in oblivion.