Hautahe

(verse 1).

my home, my land,a place where black mad represent our identity, a place where garem staka pie, arimano and ke'u bae u no saveh less lo hem,

cool breeze makem face belong me like sleep time Umi paddle inside Su'u, plenty trees and grooves staka all around makem you hard for sorry. hapines everytime mi kasim east a're a're.

(chorus.)

Hautahe u nice tumas, red soil belong you make me no save holeh...

oh you true lovely place, me feel safe when me stay,

oh what a good island life, Umi live inside ilse ,

where umi share every love mother land givim Umi.

oh oh oh .. hautahe your my resting place.