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