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
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
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 Ó nia memória ne’ebé aas no klaru
Hatutan nafatin Ó nia memória hotu, K. Santana!
