Beneath the shining morning sky
I hear the echoes of freedom passing by
Wounds of history
Deep and wide..
Now bloom as hope with flags held high

Red is the blood of those who fought
White is the soul that can’t be bought
They did not just fall in fields of flame
They live in us, in every name

Freedom is more than a single day
It’s breath we guard in work and play
In every act, in every word we say
For a land once dark, now lit with ray

O my beloved land..

O my beloved Indonesia..

You’re not just lines in maps we view

You are our home, our soul, our light..

We stand for you, with all our might..