Haiti At that left world in a sunny day, children breaking stones Without know what a wish is or what is to dream The future is now, the hope is a coin And the life is the sweat in their little hands In a sunny day children breaking stones Wrecked lives mixed with dust and loneliness An innocent smile of who don't know what is to play At the end of a long day nothing to celebrate A day after another one stones and more stones In the slaveness just the death is waiting In a sunny day children breaking stones Wrecked lives mixed with dust and loneliness