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Haiti is a pretty sea, a stunning mountain with beautiful rivers It's pretty beaches with coconut trees, lovely landscapes with bright colors Haiti is the aroma of coffee that goes up my nostrils at dawn It's the scent of dew drops that's set for the budding flowers of 10 o'clock of the morning Haiti is Basin Blue, the Pichon waterfalls along with Saut D'eau It's the Arcadins isles, the Citadelle castle, it's Labadie and Marigot Haiti is La Valée, Macaya's Peak, Marmelade and Pilboreau mountains Haiti is a sweet and enticing home-made candy bar, it's a handful of grilled peanuts It's a creamy smoothie that gives energy, it's an enticing bottle of ice cola Haiti is some appetizing fried pork, it's a delicious fritter, some tasty fried goat It's a delicious vegetable stew laden with crabs, it's flavorful rice with country greens Haiti is a scrumptious broth, a pumpkin soup well-seasoned with bell peppers It's mouthwatering cassava with peanut butter That you dip in a corn shake Haiti is a dumpling that's soaking in a bean dip It's pig woods, some good liquor Haiti is the divine coffee that you drink at night Haiti baby, as much as I love you I've come to put my heart in your hands Haiti baby, as much as I adore you Nothing will let me let go of you Haiti baby, as much as I love you I've come to put my heart in your hands Haiti baby, as much as I adore you Nothing will let me let go of you Haiti is pounding music, a street music band parade, a troubadour It's a ceremony, a calabash dish, and a drum Ayiti is Ogou's land, the land our ancestors left for us It's where slavery was abolished, it's the land of the free and the land of Vodun Haiti is festivals, it's Little Mouse, it's ritual dances of Chanpêtre It's dancing and fun at carnival, it's a little island that never sleeps Haiti is a game of dominoes, it's a winning hand of dice and cards It's a Christmas Eve party with some good broth, that's where you hold your head up Haiti is a collective of farmers who get together to work the land It's the women street vendors descending down the city To go fight the hard life head to head Haiti is a little kid that's dreaming of a bright future It's the dirty water from sewer streams that doesn't quite know where it's going Haiti is being under the tent since January 12th It's mud on the levees that gives off a foul smell every time it rains Haiti is the ground that doesn't know true realities It's a sad one, but by God's grace, it's not the only one that we can sing Chours Haiti is a mother that doesn't know the meaning of pain Who stands strong and tall, who's brave—even though she's conscious that she's far from perfect Haiti is a beautiful woman who's been through a whole lot But who cleans up nicely so that her kids can walk with their heads up—proud Haiti, it's all these things that make us love you Even if the road is long, I know that we'll always be here to hold your hand Haiti baby, believe you me Nothing will ever make me leave you Let this song right here serenade you