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
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
