Moruroa Mon Amoua-An island in Papua New Guinea

Morua,
The island of love and beauty
Lying there is gentle innocence
Shedding the fragrance of frangipani
Your dreams of rhythmic dances and joy
Spoke the message of life in the evening
And the dawn broke with the whispers of gentle moving breeze.
O, Morua, Mon Amoua
Morua, the island of my heart
You walked in silent beauty
Under the quite moonlight,
I died for you.
But now…but now.
Twisted minds with cruel hands
Blinding lights explosions
Beyond a hundred volcanic power
Have crushed you to ugliness and deformity
O, Moruroa, my tiara (love)
I love you
And I die for you every day.
Will you live again?