Haiti, mon pays,
wounded mother I`ll never see.
Ma famille set me free.
Throw my ashes into the sea.
Mes cousins jamais nes
hantent les nuits de Duvalier.
Rien n`arrete nos espirits.
Guns can`t kill what soldiers can`t see.
In the forest we are hiding,
unmarked graves where flowers grow.
Hear the soldiers angry yelling,
in the river we will go.
Tous les morts-nes forment une armee,
soon we will reclaim the earth.
All the tears and all the bodies
bring about our second birth.
Haiti, never free,
n`aie pas peur de sonner l`alarme.
Tes enfants sont partis,
in those days their blood was still warm.
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