Video Information

• Choir: Nathaniel Dett Chorale
• Piece: Lesklavaj
• Composer:  Sydney Guillaume
• Conductor:  Nathaniel Dett Chorale
• Voices:  SATB and percussion
• Sheet Music:   sydneyguillaumemusic.com/...  
• Genres: A cappella, Classical, Folk/Ethnic
• Recording:
  Nathaniel Dett Chorale
  Brainerd Blyden-Taylor, Conductor.
  Kendrew Heriveaux, solo
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  ( Traducción al Español abajo )
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  Score available at:
  moreRecording:
  Nathaniel Dett Chorale
  Brainerd Blyden-Taylor, Conductor.
  Kendrew Heriveaux, solo
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  ( Traducción al Español abajo )
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  Score available at:
  http://sydneyguillaumemusic.com/portfolio-items/ayiti-1-lesklavaj
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  English Translation:
  1- Slavery
  I come from Africa, the land of my father.
  From the French, Hispanic and English ships,
  I landed in the Americas, the unfamiliar land.
  This is Haiti, this is my story.
  
  I come from Africa with my strong religion,
  With banbous, drums, with all my soul.
  Right when I debarked, the villains muted me.
  They swore a thousand times they would convert me.
  
  They did all they could to make me lose my mind,
  To forget my ancestors who are still in Africa.
  Thus I cut the chords with words of Liberty,
  Words of Equality, words of Dignity.
  
  I spent three hundred years under the chains of slavery;
  Night and day I struggled with work,
  Carrying loads on my head, loads on my shoulders,
  For others to rejoice in the metropolitan lands.
  Slavery is revulsion!
  
  I come from Africa, the land of my father.
  From the French, Hispanic and English ships,
  I landed in the Americas, the unfamiliar land.
  This is Haiti, this is my story…
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  LESKLAVAJ – ESCLAVITUD
  
  Vengo de Africa, la tierra de mi padre;
  De los barcos franceses, hispanos e ingleses,
  Llegue a las Américas, tierra desconocida.
  Esto es Haití, esta es mi historia.
  
  Venimos de Africa con nuestra fuerte religión,
  Con bambúes, con tambores, con todas nuestras almas.
  Al momento de desembarcar, los villanos nos silenciaron,
  Juraron miles de veces que me convertirían.
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