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Haiti, mon pays, |
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wounded mother I'll never see. |
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Ma famille set me free. |
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Throw my ashes into the sea. |
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Mes cousins jamais nes |
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hantent les nuits de Duvalier. |
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Rien n'arrete nos espirits. |
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Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see. |
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In the forest we are hiding, |
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unmarked graves where flowers grow. |
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Hear the soldiers angry yelling, |
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in the river we will go. |
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Tous les morts-nes forment une armee, |
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soon we will reclaim the earth. |
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All the tears and all the bodies |
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bring about our second birth. |
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Haiti, never free, |
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n'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme. |
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Tes enfants sont partis |
