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´arrete nos esprits.
Guns can´t kill what soldiers can´t see.

In the forest we lie 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 sont partis,

In those days their blood was still warm