Wyclef Jean’s “Nou Va Rive,” “Haiti Creole 101″ (translation by Deborah Jenson)
Posted by: Deborah Jenson in Culture, Immigration, Literature & LyricsWyclef Jean, “Nou Va Rive” (“Welcome to Haiti 101”)
We Will Make It
(Translated by Deborah Jenson; see transcription in post 02/03)
I’ll never forget September third
The day my daddy died
A vision came to me
In my sleep that night
My daddy appeared, he said “Wyclef
This is where your mission starts
Speak to our kids in their own language”
That was when the miracle began
When the blind can see
When the mute can speak
The blind say they don’t like what they see
The mute say they don’t like how you speak
I’ll never forget in my new school in this country,
English so heavy in my mouth, I spoke Kreyòl,
And they called me “boat-people-go-back-to-your-own-country”
I will never forget my Aunt Jorgette
When they shot my cousin Tipa on Nostrand Ave in Brooklyn
My mama said “Revenge is God’s business”
That was when I changed the music I was writing, it was saying to me
Yele yele yele
Never believe it
When they say we won’t make it
One door closes, another door opens
My country is getting dry
But that’s when the rain is about to fall
One day we’re gonna make it
Please my Haitian brothers, don’t give them an excuse to shoot
Look at boys wanting to be girls
Girls wanting to be boys
How can we all forget
The prophecies the prophets spoke
Petionville doesn’t like the Carrefour folks
Carrefour folks don’t like the ones from Croix-des-bouquets
The Croix-des-bouquets folks live with the people from Cité Soleil
Tell me friends where violence can take us
Yele yele yele
Never believe it
When they say we won’t make it
One door closes, another door opens
My country is getting dry
But that’s when the rain is about to fall
One day we’re gonna make it
Oh God
Look at the sky, talk to God
My Haitian brothers cutting cane in the Dominican Republic
Raise your lighters in the air
Raise your hands in the air
If you want peace
Help me sing, help me now
Let me tell you a little verse my daddy used to say when he ended his sermon
Just as Moses lifted the snake in the desert,
Our little Jesus will be lifted
Uncle Raymond, uncle Leo where are you…
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