Four hundred years ago,
our islands were named after you.
Your traveling voice claimed us,
forced on us your religion too.
Though we tried so hard to fight,
we just couldn't take your might.
In the end we lost our country,
our spirit,
our basic rights.
But now
what we are and do are of no
concern to you.
He came one day and made us free,
then took our land by church command.
The bishop said our gods were dead,
his church would stay,
we must obey.
Goodbye King Philip! Goodbye!
Let's change our name.
Forget
name.
We're free from Spain.
It's a good start.
Don't heal our
name.
We are no fools.
We are no
