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´arrête 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.