Rasin Nou

We come from the drum, from the dust, from the field

Hem's in the soil, it is the nation we build

Ra-ra in the road and the tango in flame

A heathen rising, remembering the name

We turn to the root

Let the old voices guide

Make more beat and song

Let the strong ones ride

We are not lost

We are more than they see

Another freedom is waiting for

Coffee in the morning

Steady at night

Banana and grill

The fire feels right

Miles with the leaves

And the kwa in the pot

Agriculture is wealth

And we thank what we've got

They speak of ancestors

And call them a light

But when we remember

They question our right

Yet those who came before

Did not die in vain

Their courage still marches inside every day

Return to the roots

Let the old voices guide

Fais comme ils t'en sont

Let the strong ones ride

We are not lost

We are more than they see

Another freedom is waiting for me

Stop fearin' the dead

Their names are our flame

Truth in the marrow

Respect in the claim

If the Bible has stories

Of the ones who have passed

Then our own sacred memory

Can also last

Return to the roots

That the nation is sad

C'est pour nous lever

With the ancestors beside

We are Haitian

We know who we be

Another freedom is awaiting for me