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When our Fathers Broke Their Chains

When our fathers broke their chains
this was not to fold their arms
and to let slaves work for them as masters
Side by side, till death.
Their streams of blood soaked our hills
But now our turn came, yellows and blacks, onward!
Plough the soil of Dessalines:
Our wealth is here in our valleys.
 
[Chorus:]
Independence is fugitive
Without the right of equality!
To plough this soil with joy
We need this strict motto:
'God! Labour! Freedom!'
 
What can there be more beautiful than this children of Africa
Who, after three hundred years of deepest bondage cast,
Turned iron, yoke and truncheon
Against the hostile powers and against old prejudices!
See from down there! It is the noble banner,
That unites the Blacks, who are ready to die there at the top!
But no! The crowds with Lamartinière
Descend like foaming flood from La Crête-à-Pierrot.
 
[Chorus:]
Everything is fugitive
Without the right of equality!
To plough this soil with joy
We need this strict motto:
'God! Labour! Freedom!'
 
The proud troops of Rochambeau
Suspended fire for a moment
To salute the hero of Vertières
Capois-la-Mort, great as a second god.
Towards progress, cries the brave:
'Blacks! Onward! Onward!' and plough
This soil, which is soaked with the sweat of slaves!
It is here, what we were hoping for to find it somewhere else.
 
[Chorus:]
Without this everything is fugitive:
Without order and freedom!
To plough this soil with joy
We need this strict motto:
'God! Labour! Freedom!'
 
The purple blood of the martyrs foamed
Over our chains and yokes!
Chavanne, Ogé on this horrible road
You, old Toussaint, in your prison of Joux,
And our fathers, marching ahead,
With trembling hearts – they carried the torch.
Us, who are now proud and free,
They guide us from the ground of their tombs!
 
[Chorus:]
Your fortune is fugitive
Without the right of equality!
To plough this soil with joy
We need this strict motto:
'God! Labour! Freedom!'
 
Now to work, you descendants of Africa,
Brown and black, children from the same cradle!
The old Europe and the young America
Try again to suppress us from far away.
Plough the soil, which, in the year eighteen hundred and four
Our fathers conquered with strong arm.
Now it is our turn to fight,
With the cry: 'Progress or death!'
 
[Chorus:]
Now to work! Or everything is fugitive!
We deserve the right of equality!
We plough this soil with even more pride
And with this strict motto:
'God! Labour! Freedom!'
 


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17.03.2025

Our World is Beautiful (Villagers' Reprise)





From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
 

What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
 


17.03.2025

Rain





Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
You slept, crying, swallowing blood
When the dawn was seen on the horizon
 

I never complaint about fate
Even if it turned my morning into evening
With this evening, it brought
My heart that was left away
 

Little by little, it rained
My heart shattered into little pieces
When it became morning againi
'Do you love me?' - I asked
 

You never asked for anything
You admired my eyebrows and eyes a thousand times
Stroking your black hair,
I lost myself this night
 

Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
Where do you go, swallowing blood?
Where would the dawn lead me?
 


17.03.2025

Sawah Lettuces





Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
The sawah lettuces has now been brought back home
 

In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
The girl's mother bought some while carrying a woven basket
The sawah lettuces are now ready to be cooked
 

Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
With two plates of rice and nasnaran, sitting on a divan
The sawah lettuce is eaten with rice
 


17.03.2025

The Little Bunch of Rushes





O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
 

I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
 

Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
 
  • 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.