For sixty years we fought for our tradition
An art nearly forgotten, our practice almost lost
The suppression of our tōhunga, suppressed by the crown
Our moko protected us from your hate
We are the people who wear moko
You don't understand
The story in our markings
The story of our ancestors
We are the people who wear moko
You displayed our skin as spectacle
We have taken back our tradition, revived by a criminal world
Your judging eyes try to hurt us
But our moko protects us from your hate
We arе the people who wеar moko
You don't understand
The story in our markings
The story of our ancestors
We are the people who wear moko
Wear moko
We are the people who wear moko
Restore our mana
Who are we!
We are the people who wear moko
You don't understand
The story in our markings
The story of our ancestors!
We are the people who wear moko
You don't understand
The story in our markings
The story of our ancestors
We are the people who wear moko
Savage, monkey, stone age, backwards No!
Who are we!
We are the people who wear moko
We are the people who wear moko