Si-m louvri bouch mouin. sé pa
ka pou diòlè mouin fè-l
Si-m louvri bouch mouin, manvi chante péyi-m
Pou-m ralé li lan dòmi
fè-l oué plé-l ki plin java
ak tèt li ki plin lota
ak dèyè-l plin kourandé
lan pèyi-m la li-n grizon
solèy-la gin mal mouton o
sou do youn pil kay krazé
sou tèt youn ban-n maléré
Si-m louvri bouch mouin. sé pa
ka pou diòlè mouin fè-l
Si-m louvri bouch mouin, manvi chante péyi-m
Tout pié boua ta ka gin flè
kap donnin sou tout chimin
kap tonbé kunkou la pli
Si péyi-m pat lan dòmi
Tout pié boua ta ka gin flè
kap donnin sou tout chimin
kap tonbé kunkou la pli
jou péyi-m pat lan dòmi
Si-m louvri bouch mouin. sé pa
ka pou diòlè mouin fè-l
Si-m louvri bouch mouin, manvi chante péyi-m
Mouin di youn jou ma louvri bouch mouin
Sè yo ka fè diolè lè sa-a…
ka pou diòlè mouin fè-l
Si-m louvri bouch mouin, manvi chante péyi-m
Pou-m ralé li lan dòmi
fè-l oué plé-l ki plin java
ak tèt li ki plin lota
ak dèyè-l plin kourandé
lan pèyi-m la li-n grizon
solèy-la gin mal mouton o
sou do youn pil kay krazé
sou tèt youn ban-n maléré
Si-m louvri bouch mouin. sé pa
ka pou diòlè mouin fè-l
Si-m louvri bouch mouin, manvi chante péyi-m
Tout pié boua ta ka gin flè
kap donnin sou tout chimin
kap tonbé kunkou la pli
Si péyi-m pat lan dòmi
Tout pié boua ta ka gin flè
kap donnin sou tout chimin
kap tonbé kunkou la pli
jou péyi-m pat lan dòmi
Si-m louvri bouch mouin. sé pa
ka pou diòlè mouin fè-l
Si-m louvri bouch mouin, manvi chante péyi-m
Mouin di youn jou ma louvri bouch mouin
Sè yo ka fè diolè lè sa-a…
envoyé par Alessandro - 1/3/2010 - 14:22
Langue: anglais
Traduzione inglese dal libretto che accompagna il disco.
SINGING OF MY COUNTRY
If I open up my mouth,
It will not be to speak nonsense.
If I open up my mouth,
I will want to sing of my country.
To wake her out of her sleep,
Make her see that her feet are full of sores,
Her scalp diseased and covered with scabs,
And her clothes are dirty and ragged.
If I open up my mouth,
It will not be to speak nonsense.
If I open up my mouth,
I will want to sing of my country.
In my country, the moon does not shine,
And the sun lies sick and pale.
Over the roofs of the tattered huts.
On the backs of the teeming poor.
If I open up my mouth,
It will not be to speak nonsense.
If I open up my mouth,
I will want to sing of my country.
All the trees will blossom.
Their flowers will fall on every road,
And shower down like rain
When my country finally awakens.
If I open up my mouth,
It will not be to speak nonsense.
If I open up my mouth,
I will want to sing of my country.
If I open up my mouth,
It will not be to speak nonsense.
If I open up my mouth,
I will want to sing of my country.
To wake her out of her sleep,
Make her see that her feet are full of sores,
Her scalp diseased and covered with scabs,
And her clothes are dirty and ragged.
If I open up my mouth,
It will not be to speak nonsense.
If I open up my mouth,
I will want to sing of my country.
In my country, the moon does not shine,
And the sun lies sick and pale.
Over the roofs of the tattered huts.
On the backs of the teeming poor.
If I open up my mouth,
It will not be to speak nonsense.
If I open up my mouth,
I will want to sing of my country.
All the trees will blossom.
Their flowers will fall on every road,
And shower down like rain
When my country finally awakens.
If I open up my mouth,
It will not be to speak nonsense.
If I open up my mouth,
I will want to sing of my country.
envoyé par Alessandro - 1/3/2010 - 14:24
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“Here is the Haiti never seen in the tour guides. When the people at last control the wealth of our country, it wlll he a paradise. Meanwhile, we choose to sing of the realities, we use the form created by the balladeers who go from town to town amusing and educating the people with his satirical songs, because it is easy for the people to take them up. Usually sung by one person, the songs speak for many.” (introduzione al brano dal libretto che accompagna il disco)