The Kites of Haiti

A sky of a matron
Clothed in a thousand colors
Yellow, red, and blue
Grey, green, and white
Good fortune and joy scolded the kites.
On the rhythm of the wind
The enchantment of the air
The fresh morning breeze
Dance the most beautiful kites.
As on an enchanted path
The wondrous wings
A form of a fairy
The kites of Haiti
Are always radiant
Entranced and full of life.
In spite of the misery that runs through our veil
The war that brings us so many sorrows
At this time of the year all our woes are deposited

At the strong-box of the past
And as usual
Small and large
Rich and poor
Brothers and sisters
Participate in the embellishment of the heavens.