We are singing songs for no good reason,
Killing pigs, yet it's not harvest season.
We are gathering at the mumu place,
But our tumbuna did not show his face.
Have not our songs been contempt to his ears?
Has not betrayal been breaking our spears?
Are we not desecrating the sacred,
Putting kumul grass on a foreign head?
Alas! How we adopt Parkop in haste,
While our pikininis and bubus waste
Away in the middens of the city!
How for trifles we have signed a treaty!
Ha, politics has made us prostitutes;
Without sympathies, only substitutes.
Yes, politics has made us prostitutes;
Rich this moment, ever in destitute.
mumu = earthen oven
tumbuna = ancestor
kumul grass = bird of paradise plume headdress
Parkop = prominent PNG politician
pikininis = children
bubus = grandparents and grandchildren