Not Drowning, Waving – Blackwater lyrics

Angwi's fled his mountain home, the soldiers, as they burnt his village down, near the border line:
He's left the card games by the village fire, the stories that his uncle told, the stories old, the spirits past.
He's seen the land taken away and given to the Java men, they've flown them in from distant lands.
Angwi fears for his people's songs, the nights they danced the valley strong: the hunting grounds, steep mountain side.

slash and burn

The sparks fly high and burn his eyes
He cries in haste and strikes the sky
He runs like hell, the sky is black
They're burning out, the mountains rise.
The border lines, snake river line
The valley is strong, red red burn.

Indonesian soldiers underneath their red berets
Fire shots into the hills, burn the village homes.
Striking out the O.P.M., the rebels hiding in the hills
They're waiting for their time, when maybe they'll return

slash and burn

The sparks fly high and burn his eyes
He cries in haste and strikes the sky
He runs like hell, the sky is black
They're burning out, the mountains rise.
The border lines, snake river line
The valley is strong, red red burn.
West Papua, West Papua, Free West Papua
One People One Soul, One People One Soul
One People One Soul, One People One Soul