[00:00.000] 作词 : DINKUMOIL[00:01.000] 作曲 : DINKUMOIL[00:02.000] 编曲 : DINKUMOIL[00:31.863]<< Macassans>>[01:36.732]Come and see, Macassans are here again[01:43.742]They coursing full- sailed ahead[01:47.633]Crews stand in lines, two dugout cling- twin shadows below[01:54.754]While the stern lifts a dolphin’ s last glow[01:58.166]When monsoon winds kiss the shore, they dive for trepang once more[02:03.631]Trade sincethe1600s, shells for iron tools[02:13.447]In Maari’ s clan, a soul fades into grey[02:20.559]They come to mourn this sacred way[02:24.414]Side by side, souls move with kindred hands[02:31.937]Moieties guide the final tide[02:35.016]They built ground sculptures, dance through the night[02:40.411]Their daily scenes come alive now, stories will be told:[03:40.679]“ Mokuy bound by violent chains[03:47.246]Drunk Macassan clash in pains[03:52.443]Foxbat hunters shoot their rounds[03:59.185]Flame and thunder drive it down[04:03.995]Birrimbirr, Birrimbirr, crosses the cold stream[04:11.299]Carries hope where nightmares scream[04:15.821]Milnguya, Milnguya, climb up with a burrkum from sacred well[04:23.416]He won’ t fall[04:26.911]The spirit journey through the night[04:29.815]Treated gently by the light[04:32.871]Burrkum brushes where he sat[04:35.790]Ancestral walls hold him tight[04:38.760]Loved ones who whisper their goodbye[04:46.867]Tears dissolve in twilight’ s sky”[06:10.701]The last final dance, they crouch under their own banners[06:17.966]At the forefront of the sculptures[06:21.697]Farewell, our lover’ s flame never ceased[06:28.877]Now your shadow dance with the deceased[06:32.279]Ghost and echoes share one name, then heart to heart[06:37.709]Same shapes align where timelines hide, time crumbles now[06:47.610]Old ones say, Macassans have been here for centuries[06:54.594]They are devoted, and they are kind[06:58.351]We are willing to connect with the outside world[07:06.008]Not building walls that keep us confined[07:09.102]They’ ve become part of Dreamtime, and one of us[07:14.505]They honor our Yolngu culture, not steal our land