Haïti
The Arcade Fire Lyrics


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Haïti, mon pays
Wounded mother I'll never see
Ma famille set me free
Throw my ashes into the sea

Mes cousins jamais nés
Hantent les nuits de Duvalier
Rien n'arrête nos esprits
Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see

In the forest we are hiding
Unmarked graves where flowers grow
Hear the soldiers angry yelling
In the river we will go

Tous les morts-nés forment une armée
Soon we will reclaim the earth
All the tears and all the bodies
Bring about our second birth

Haiti, never free
N'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme




Tes enfants sont partis
In those days their blood was still warm

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Haiti" by The Arcade Fire portray the singer's deep connection to his homeland, Haiti, which he has been separated from by distance and circumstance. He can never see his "wounded mother" again and must throw his ashes into the sea as a symbol of returning to his roots. The haunting presence of his "cousins jamais nés" (never-born cousins) who were affected by the repressive regime of Jean-Claude Duvalier, lingers on in his dreams. But their spirits cannot be broken. The song also sheds light on the historical struggles of Haiti, the only country to gain independence through a successful slave revolt. The unmarked graves in the forest, where flowers now grow, are a testament to the violence and bloodshed that has characterized Haitian history.


The chorus, "Haiti, never free," highlights the ongoing oppression and exploitation of the country by foreign powers, as well as its internal political instability. The lyrics "guns can't kill what soldiers can't see" suggests resilience and the power to survive against all odds. The bridge, with the lines "All the tears and all the bodies, Bring about our second birth," reflect a message of hope and renewal, despite the overwhelming tragedy and suffering that Haiti has endured.


Line by Line Meaning

Haiti, mon pays
This is a reference to the singer's homeland, Haiti


Wounded mother I'll never see
The singer is lamenting that they will never be able to see their injured mother again


Ma famille set me free
The singer's family has helped them become liberated


Throw my ashes into the sea
The artist wants their cremated remains to be scattered in the ocean


Mes cousins jamais nés
The artist references their unborn cousins


Hantent les nuits de Duvalier
The Duvalier regime has been haunting the singer's family


Rien n'arrête nos espirits
The singer's spirits cannot be defeat


Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see
The soldiers can only kill what they can physically see with their eyes


In the forest we are hiding
The artist and their comrades are hiding in the forest


Unmarked graves where flowers grow
The graves of those who have died in this conflict are unmarked but there are flowers growing on them


Hear the soldiers angry yelling
The singer can hear the soldiers yelling out of anger


In the river we will go
The artist and their group will go to the river


Tous les morts-nés forment une armée
All the stillborn babies are now an army fighting against their oppression


Soon we will reclaim the earth
The singer and their group will soon reclaim the earth


All the tears and all the bodies
The conflict has resulted in both emotional and physical pain


Bring about our second birth
This struggle for freedom will result in rebirth and a new era


Haiti, never free
Haiti has never truly experienced what it means to be free


N'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme
Do not be afraid to sound the alarm


Tes enfants sont partis
The singer's children have left


In those days their blood was still warm
At one time the artist's children were still alive and passionate




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: William Butler, Win Butler, Regine Chassagne, Tim Kingsbury, Richard R Parry

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@Cuenh

Haïti, mon pays
Wounded mother I'll never see
Ma famille set me free
Throw my ashes into the sea
Mes cousins jamais nés
Hantent les nuits de Duvalier
Rien n'arrête nos esprits
Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see
In the forest we are hiding
Unmarked graves where flowers grow
Hear the soldiers angry yelling
In the river we will go
Tous les morts-nés forment une armée
Soon we will reclaim the earth
All the tears and all the bodies
Bring about our second birth
Haiti, never free
N'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme
Tes enfants sont partis
In those days their blood was still warm



@petermcginnity5572

This is my favourite.
Went to Dublin in 2022
They didnt play it.
Disgusted.
The whole show disappointed
No live, a shadow of themselves
Then Wins exposure that week
Hes not a bad man, but a sick man,
Consider his childhood
As he says in Unconditional
No ones perfect i say it again no ones perfect



@beepboopbleep3695

im going to fry a steak
with montreal seasoning
and think about some friends
they don't know me anymore

i miss them and ill miss you too

i want to dance still
maybe we're dying to dance or we were just dying out loud all the time



All comments from YouTube:

@deskfanman2544

as a haitian-canadian who often feels disconnected from their culture this song has helped me so much. wounded mother i’ll never see

@Nd05830

😶...🤗😇

@patrickdizon8585

This, personally, is my favorite Arcade Fire song. I'm not from Haiti, in fact, I'm a Filipino, but hearing this makes me so nostalgic of my hometown it hurts. I'm now working as a nurse in Germany and wished to be back in my country soon. Thank you Arcade Fire for all your masterpieces.

@sleepysappylovecat

Bn

@remka2000

The song is somehow about Duvalier. About where are the deads of his dictatorship. The Pinoy equivalent would be mm Superman is dead ?

@intentionalhyperbole

I have not made it to the Philippines yet, but I plan to go soon. I have been to Germany, however. I understand people in the Philippines are friendly, whereas the people in Germany are mostly...not. If I am right, I can see why you would miss your home. Perhaps next, you would give the American South a try? Friendly is our specialty.

@maximvandaele4825

Are you back yet?

@kburns2925

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@JeffMoore1984

One of the best songs in the world

@missmg100

I was 8 when funeral came out. My dad read a snippet of a review on the monthly NME magazine he bought. So we drove to HMV the day he read said review in hopes to take a chance and buy a random cd off that review. It changed his life. Which in turn changed mine. Im 27 now. They've been my constant since that day when I was 8 and heard them for the first time on cd in my dads shitty car on the way home from HMV. I seen them live last year in glasgow and it was the greatest day of my life. And my dads too. I feel like im never gonna get a greater day ever. But i dont care. Arcade fire. You will never know what you did for me. Love marnie x

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