A song from Ranga
p. 46 · Read in the full issue
Translated by ALBERT LEO MALA
Kros
Kros mi no wandem u U kilim mi U sakem aot ol Wae blong mi Mi no wandem u Kros Forom u ting baot u nomo Pe u no ting baot mi Watem ol wae blong mi U ting se Mi mi no save samting U ting se Mi mi karanke iat U ting se Ol wae blong me OH no kut U ting se u nomo U kat het Pe u no ting baot Se mi tu Mi kat het Kros ron wae Ron wae long mi Mi no wandem u Karem ol tingting blong u Mo ol wae blong u I ko bak long Plas blong u
Cross
Cross I hate you You are killing me You are destroying My traditions I hate you Cross Because you’re too proud of yourself And never bother about me And my traditions You thought I was ignorant You thought I was primitive You thought My traditions
Were disgusting
You thought You were clever But never thought Of my Cleverness Cross run away Run away from me I hate you Take your ideas And your civilisation And go back To where you belong.