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Choral Music

Lakay (SSA-Orchestra)

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Lakay (SSA-Orchestra)
$3.50

Duration

5:30 minutes

Instrumentation

for SSA Chorus and orchestra

in Haitian Creole

Composer/Arranger

music by Sydney Guillaume

Policy

A minimum of 12 copies is required.

It is a breach of copyright law to make more copies than the amount purchased. Please order the number of copies needed for every member of the ensemble, including the conductor and the accompanist.

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Description

 

No matter what we say: One’s house, village, or country will, without a doubt, remain a part of their many immeasurable values. As a tree is linked to its roots, a human being is inseparable to its origins. When one loses ties to his home, his identity dies just like a tree cut from its roots.

Nostalgia is the most common manifestation of “disorientation”. In all languages and all cultures, we hear the cries of the exiles: “I want to go home”. Either mansion or shack… Home is home.


Translation of Haitian Creole text:

Home

I have learned that my life is a pilgrimage

Whatever you hear,

These words are truth,

Yes, indeed:

“There’s no place like home”

I miss my homeland.

I miss my home.


I speak, I sing,

In everything I say,

Weather I am angry or happy,

Home is in my heart.

I speak, I sing,

I sleep, I dream,

No matter what I do,

My home is in my heart.

My home is in my soul.


My homeland is my mother,

My father, my family.

My homeland is my music,

My history, my deeper soul.

My homeland is my passion, my whole life.

I miss my home,

I miss my country,

I miss my land…


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Description

 

No matter what we say: One’s house, village, or country will, without a doubt, remain a part of their many immeasurable values. As a tree is linked to its roots, a human being is inseparable to its origins. When one loses ties to his home, his identity dies just like a tree cut from its roots.

Nostalgia is the most common manifestation of “disorientation”. In all languages and all cultures, we hear the cries of the exiles: “I want to go home”. Either mansion or shack… Home is home.


Translation of Haitian Creole text:

Home

I have learned that my life is a pilgrimage

Whatever you hear,

These words are truth,

Yes, indeed:

“There’s no place like home”

I miss my homeland.

I miss my home.


I speak, I sing,

In everything I say,

Weather I am angry or happy,

Home is in my heart.

I speak, I sing,

I sleep, I dream,

No matter what I do,

My home is in my heart.

My home is in my soul.


My homeland is my mother,

My father, my family.

My homeland is my music,

My history, my deeper soul.

My homeland is my passion, my whole life.

I miss my home,

I miss my country,

I miss my land…


Click Here for complete text and English translation

Click Here Traducción al Español



Preview Score on Issuu

Click here

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