Haiti
Haïti, mon pays,wounded mother I'll never see.Ma famille set me free.Throw my ashes into the sea.
Mes cousins jamais néshantent les nuits de Duvalier.Rien n'arrete nos esprits.Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see.
In the forest we lie hiding,unmarked graves where flowers grow.Hear the soldiers angry yelling,in the river we will go.
Tous les morts-nés forment une armée,soon we will reclaim the earth.All the tears and all the bodiesbring about our second birth.
Haïti, never free,n'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme.Tes enfants sont partis,In those days their blood was still warm