Haiti

Haiti, mon pays,
wounded mother Ill never see.
Ma famille set me free.
Throw my ashes into the sea.
Mes cousins jamais nes
hantent les nuits de Duvalier.
Rien narrete nos espirits.
Guns cant kill what soldiers cant 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,
naie pas peur de sonner lalarme.
Tes enfants sont partis