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Haïti
Haïti, mon pays,
Wounded mother I'll never see
Ma famille set me free.
Throw my ashes into the sea.
Mes cousins jamais nés
Hantent les nuits de Duvalier.
Rien n'arrte 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-nés forment une armée
Soon we will reclaim the earth.
All the tears and all the bodies
Bring about our second birth
Haïti, never free,
N'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme.
Tes enfants son partis,
In those days their blood was still warm.
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