Haiti

Haiti, man pays, wounded mother i'll never see
ma famille set me free. throw my ashes into the sea.
mes cousins janais nes hantent les nuits de duralier.
rien n'arrete nos esprits. 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'ale pas peur des sonner l'alarme.
tes enfants son partis, in those days their blood was still warm.