Clarence St. Hilaire
My Beloved Haiti
Haiti, that is nearby located.
In the heart of Miami, Nostrand, Brooklyn or New York
You are living and waiting for the day of salvation.
Haiti, that is nearby located.It isn't the great Sans-Souci palace
Nor, the big apple's skyscrapers.
Haiti, that is nearby located.
In the heart of Miami, Nostrand, Brooklyn or New YorkHaiti, that is nearby located.
In the midst of this world, deep inside the valleys,
Let's look for her because of our tarnished life.
Haiti, that is nearby located.
It isn't the end for the nation's sons
In the middle of this abused plot.
Haiti, that is nearby located,
In the midst of this world, deep inside the valleys.Haiti, teach us to love!
For our poor souls that desire wisdom,
Give us back the holy sacrament.
Haiti, teach us also to love!
It will never be sadness but youthfulness
In our beautiful cities, forever and ever.
Haiti, teach us also to love,
For our poor souls that desire wisdom...
Merde
Merde! dit-on
Aux insouciants de la patrie,
Chiens méchants de la vie.
Merde! C'est bien le mot.
Et pour les années perdues de mon peuple,
Je me dis aussi merde.
Merde! Merde! C'est bien le mot.
Désormais, toi, Clarence, tu dois vivre pour la patrie.
You Will Be There
In my palace raise your post.
In my soul, do not toll the bell.
I hear everyday your steps.
Yes, tomorrow, will you be there?
Dis-moi!
Va, si tu veux!
Seme si tu peux!
Blame, quand tu veux!
Oublie ie jour pour la nuit.
Cache ou dévoile tout
De notre passé choyé.
Oü est ton cceur?
Le connais-tu?
Parle-moi de toi!
Dis-moi!
Love Displaced
She looked at me and said
The most, gentle words.
Words that brought me peace.
But you could, see longing in her eyes,
My eyes, to her so beautiful.
My skin so smooth to feel.
They touched memories of her past,
They brought her peace.
She smiles, yet there is sadness
She stares into space-wanting.
How can I soothe her desire?
When she looked upon me
She saw someone else.
Her desire, her needs, her wishes
I could never fulfill.
We continued this journey
I pretended that she loves me
She pretended that she is sincere
There is no peace.
© 2004 by Clarence St. Hilaire
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