Pray for Haiti

TESTAMAN

Lè m’mouri, fè bèl vèy pou mwen

M’pa pral ni nan paradi ni nan lanfè

Pînga pè pale laten nan tèt mwen.

Lè m’mouri, antere mwen nan lakou-a

Rasanble tout zanmi-m fè bèl fèt

Pînga pase legliz ak kadav mwen

Lè m’mouri, se pou tout moun byen ge

Ri, chante, danse, bay blag

Pînga kriye, rele nan zòrèy mwen

Lè m’mouri, m’pa p’fin ale nèt

Tout kote k’ganyen bèl banbòch

Kote nèg lib, fò yo nonmen non mwen

--Feliks Moriso-Lewa

Translated

TESTAMENT

When I die, make me a beautiful wake

I’m going neither to paradise nor to hell

Don’t let a priest speak latin to my head

When I die, bury me in the yard

Gather all my friends, make a big feast

Don’t go past the church with my corpse

When I die, everyone should really get happy

Laugh, sing, dance, tell jokes

Don’t bawl, yell into my ear

I won’t be completely done when I’m dead

All the places where there were great bashes,

Where people are free—they’ll remember me

--Felix Morisseau-Leroy