Ayiti (1) | Lesklavaj (SATB)
Composer/Arranger
music by Sydney Guillaume
Instrumentation
for SATB Chorus, Drums and Baritone Solo
in Haitian Creole
Duration
5:00 minutes
Ayiti (1) | Lesklavaj (SATB)
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Translation of Haitian Creole text:
1. Slavery
I come from Africa, the land of my father.
From the French, Hispanic and English ships,
I landed in the Americas, the unfamiliar land.
This is Haiti, this is my story.
They did all they could to make me lose my mind,
To forget my ancestors who are still in Africa.
Thus I cut the chords with words of Liberty,
Words of Equality, words of Dignity.
I spent three hundred years under the chains of slavery;
Night and day I struggled with work,
Carrying loads on my head, loads on my shoulders,
For others to rejoice in the metropolitan lands.
Slavery is revulsion!
I come from Africa, the land of my father.
From the French, Hispanic and English ships,
I landed in the Americas, the unfamiliar land.
This is Haiti, this is my story…
Click Here for complete text and English translation of all 3 movements
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( Order all 3 movements together for a discounted price. Email: sydney@sydneyguillaume.com for more info. )
Translation of Haitian Creole text:
1. Slavery
I come from Africa, the land of my father.
From the French, Hispanic and English ships,
I landed in the Americas, the unfamiliar land.
This is Haiti, this is my story.
They did all they could to make me lose my mind,
To forget my ancestors who are still in Africa.
Thus I cut the chords with words of Liberty,
Words of Equality, words of Dignity.
I spent three hundred years under the chains of slavery;
Night and day I struggled with work,
Carrying loads on my head, loads on my shoulders,
For others to rejoice in the metropolitan lands.
Slavery is revulsion!
I come from Africa, the land of my father.
From the French, Hispanic and English ships,
I landed in the Americas, the unfamiliar land.
This is Haiti, this is my story…
Click Here for complete text and English translation of all 3 movements
Click Here Traducción al Español
