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Le nouvel album de Djakout Mizik - Haitinews2000

DJAKOUT MIZIK - Foli lanmou

Le nouvel album de Djakou Mizik (DEFI LEVE) - Haitinews2000

DJAKOUT MIZIK - Et si on faisait l'amour

DJAKOUT MIZIK - Chans mwen

Djakout Mizik - Kou Pou Kou

Westminster Chorus
Justin Miller, conductor.
ACDA Western Division - February 20, 2014.
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Score available at: http://sydneyguillaumemusic.com/choral-music 
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English Poetic Translation:

Since I rose this morning I’ve gone through ups and downs, 
Running around in circles like a crazy mad dog.
I speak, I sing, I sleep, I rise;
I pray, I scream, it’s mess upon mess.

It’s a mess here, it’s a mess there,
A mess up, a mess down, 
Mess everywhere, it’s mess upon mess.

Messy are my thoughts, 
Messy are my actions,
Messy are my words, 
Messy is my vision. 

Everything is entangled:
Pain and joy, doubt and faith,
Disgust and hope, good and evil.
My head is spinning and spinning,
Everything is entangled.
What a mess!

Morning after morning, I fight a battle;
The contredanse of life recommences daily.
I sing, I dance, I yell: “Hooray!”
Suddenly and swiftly I am back in a mess.

In the midst of this mess I decide to search, 
To search for an understanding to what is happening.
I dig, I seek, and I finally find
In the very depth of my heart 
The solution to this mess:

Life before death is a battle of every instant
That can not be won but one moment at a time. 

After the night comes the day.
After the rain the sun rises.
After messes, after messes… the heart settles. 
It’s striving in suffering that brings redemption. 

Ah! So be it!


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Text by Gabriel T. Guillaume
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Haitian Creole text:

Depi maten m’leve m’ape monte desann,
Mwen kouri toupatou tankou yon chyen ki fou.
Mwen pale, mwen chante, mwen dòmi, mwen leve;
Mwen priye, mwen rele, se gagòt sou gagòt.

Gagòt isit, gagòt lòtbò.
Gagòt anwo, gagòt anba,
Gagòt toupatou, se gagòt sou gagòt.

Gagòt nan lide mwen,
Gagòt nan zak mwen yo,
Gagòt nan paròl mwen,
Gagòt nan vizyon mwen.

Tout bagay yo mele: 
Lapenn ak lajwa, ledout ak lafwa, 
Degoutans ak lespwa, le byen avèk le mal.
Tèt mwen vire, li vire,
Tout bagay yo mele.
Gad’on gagòt!

Maten apre maten, m’ap livre yon batay; 
Kontredans lavi-a rekòmanse chak jou.  
Mwen chante, mwen danse, 
Mwen rele: “Viv lavi!” 
Bridsoukou sanzatann mwen tounen nan gagòt.

Nan mitan gagòt sa mwen deside chèche, 
Chèche, chèche konnen, konen sa k’ap pase.                                                                            Mwen fouye, mwen mande, mwen fini pa trouve 
Jouk andedan kè mwen
Solisyon gagòt sa:         
       
La vie d’ici-bas est un combat de tout instant                 
Que l’on ne peut gagner qu’un moment à la fois.

Apre lannuit se la jounen. 
Apre lapli solèy leve.        
Apre gagòt, apre gagòt… se kè poze.  
Se jefò nan soufrans ki pote delivrans.

Ah! Ainsi soit-il! 

Gagòt - Westminster Chorus

Poetry by: Octavio Paz
Performed by: Brigham Young University Singers
Conducted by: Ronald Staheli
Album: Eric Whitacre: The Complete A Cappella Works, 1991-2001

Water Night

Water Night (String Orchestra)

Performed by: Brigham Young University Singers
Conducted by: Ronald Staheli
Album: Eric Whitacre: The Complete A Cappella Works, 1991-2001

When David Heard

--Nou Se Limyè-- (We Are The Light)

Children of light, do not stay in the dark;
Truth and Love are stronger than the law.

From the beginning of time the word was spoken:
Darkness and evil had invaded the earth;
Everything was functioning in reverse.
The Lord decided to put order in disorder. 

“The Lord said, let there be light: and there was light”
Light in the universe, light in the depths of our hearts.

So many good things in the beautiful flame of this light:
Awareness, development,
Understanding and compassion,
Truth and dignity,
Wisdom and justice,
Liberty and hope,
Love and happiness.

Children of light, do not stay in the dark.
We must shine for all the earth.
We must shine in all darkness.
We must shine, we are the light.

We are the light.
Indeed, it’s true!
We must shine for all the earth.

We are the sun, we are the heat,
We must shine in all darkness.
We are the stars, we are the light,
We must sparkle for all the earth.

Children of light, do no stay in the dark;
Truth and Love are stronger than the law.
We are the light, the Light is us. 
Let us shine day after day.

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John A. Ferguson High School Falcon Singers
Ryan Ellis, conductor
Sydney Guillaume, piano
World Premiere 
Carnegie Hall, New York
March 9, 2014
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Text by: Gabriel T. Guillaume
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See score at: https://sydneyguillaume.com/product/nou-se-limye/

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--Nou Se Limyè--

Pitit limyè, pa rete nan fè nwa;
Verite ak Lanmou pi fò pase la lwa.

Depi nan kòmasman paròl la te pale:
Tenèb ak mechanste te anvayi la tè;
Tout bagay tap mache tankou devan dèyè.
Granmèt la deside mete lòd nan dezòd.

“Dieu dit: Que la lumière soit et la lumière fut”.
Limyè nan linivè, limyè nan fon kè nou.

Gen anpil bon bagay nan bèl flanm limyè-a:
Konesans, devlopman, 
Bon konprann, konpasyon,
Verite, dignite,
La sagès ak la jistis,
Libète ak lesperans,
Lanmou ak kè kontan.

Pitit limyè, pa rete nan fè nwa.
Nou dwe klere pou tout la tè.
Nou dwe klere nan tout fè nwa 
Nou dwe klere, nou se limyè.

Nou se limyè
Se vre, men wi se vre!
Nou dwe klere pou tout la tè.

Nou se solèy, nou se chalè,
Nou dwe klere nan tout fè nwa.
Nou se zetwal, nou se limyè,
Nou dwe briye pou tout la tè.

Pitit limyè, pa rete nan fè nwa;
Verite ak Lanmou pi fò pase la lwa.
Nou se limyè, Limyè se nou.
An nou klere jou aprè jou.

Nou Se Limyè - JAF Falcon Singers (World Premiere)

Miami Arts Studio Bellarmonia
Cindy Ellis, Conductor
ACDA Southern Region Conference - February 2024

Score available at: 
https://sydneyguillaume.com/product/kanaval-ssaa/

Kanaval (SSAA) by Sydney Guillaume - MAS Bell Armonia

Recorded live
CHOR ANNO
Sydney Guillaume, guest conductor
Nelson Green, soloist
September 15, 2024
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See score at: 
https://sydneyguillaume.com/product/i-will-not-look-away/

I Will Not Look Away by Sydney Guillaume - CHOR ANNO

More info at: 
https://sydneyguillaume.com/product/renesans/
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University of North Texas Wind Ensemble
Amy Woody, conductor
(Recorded live on April 11th, 2024)

Renesans - UNT Wind Ensemble (April 2024)

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Abandone - Djakout Mizik

Tesoro High School Madrigals
Keith Hancock, conductor
Western ACDA Conference
(west coast premiere - February 25, 2016)
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Turn up the fire! We are going to eat tchaka!
Turn up the fire, stir up the corn, don’t forget the salt pork, 
We are going to eat a delicious tchaka.
We are going to cook up a mind-blowing stew.

At the sound of the three drums, everyone yells out hurray.
If we join together we can all move forward.
Let us enmesh in lovely harmony
A delicious homemade stew, a musical tchaka. 

It’s a delicious homemade stew, a national tchaka,
A delicious homemade stew… 
Turn up the fire! Turn up the fire! 

*Yanvalou, Kontredans, Rabòday are amazing.
Roots music, oh yes, that’s good stuff.
Let’s stick together; side by side we can move forward.
Turn up the fire! Turn up the fire! The tchaka is cooking!

*Ibo, Bolero, Banda, Mayi, Congo, Petro, Maskaron… 
These are the rhythms of our roots. 

We danced *Kalinda and we sang Rabòday,
Heads together, with love, let us do great things.

Turn up the fire! Turn up the fire! 

We proclaimed hope and we sang of peace,
So that the light of justice spreads throughout the earth.

We’ll keep on singing…
We’ll keep on singing to make life more beautiful!

In justice and in love, let’s eat a delicious tchaka!

Amen! 

Let’s eat a delicious tchaka!
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See the score at: http://sydneyguillaumemusic.com/portfolio-items/tchaka
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Traducción al Español:

Suban el fuego! Vamos a comer tchaka!
Suban el fuego, revuelvan el maíz, no se olviden de salar el cerdo.
Vamos a comer un delicioso tchaka!
Vamos a cocinar un guiso exorbitante.
Cuando suenen los tres tambores, todos gritan hurra.
Si nos unimos podemos ir todos hacia adelante.
Reunámonos en encantadora armonía
Un delicioso guiso casero, un tchaka musical.

Es un delicioso guiso casero,un tchaka nacional,
Un delicioso guiso casero…
Suban el fuego! Suban el fuego!

*Yanvalou, Kontredans, Rabòday son maravillosos.
Música de las raíaes, oh si, es genial.
Mantengamos juntos; lado a lado podemos avanzar.
Suban el fuego! Suban el fuego! El tchaka se está cocinando!

Ibo, Bolero, Banda, Mayi, Congo, Petro, Maskaron…
Estos son los ritmos de nuestras raíces.

Bailamos Kalinda y cantamos Rabòday.
Unamos nuestras mentes, con amor, y hagamos grandes cosas.

Suban el fuego! Suban el fuego!

Proclamamos la esperanza y cantamos por la paz,
para que la luz de la justicia se desparrame por toda la tierra.

Seguiremos cantando…
Seguiremos cantando para hacer la vida más hermosa.

En la justicia y el amor, comamos un delicioso tchaka!

Amen!

Comamos un delicioso tchaka!
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Kreyòl Text:

Chofe dife! Nou pral manje tchaka!
Chofe dife, brase mayi, pa bliye tisale, 
Nou pral manje yon bon tchaka. 
Nou pral voye monte yon bouyon tèt chaje.

Twa tanbou yo frape, tout moun rele anmwe.
An nou pote kole pou nou tout ka vanse.
An nou makonnen ansanm nan yon bèl amoni
Yon bon bouyon lakay, yon tchaka mizikal.

Se yon bon bouyon lakay, yon tchaka nasyonal,
Se yon bon bouyon lakay… 
Chofe dife! Chofe dife!

Yanvalou, Kontredans, Rabòday se gwo koze.
Mizik lakay, o wi se bèl bagay.
Pote kole; kòtakòt n’ape vanse.
Chofe dife, chofe dife, tchaka ape monte!

Ibo, Bolero, Banda, Mayi, Congo, Petro, Maskaron...
Mizik sa yo se konpa lakay.

Nou danse Kalinda, nou chante Rabòday, 
Tèt ansanm, nan renmen, an nou fè bèl bagay.

Chofe dife! Chofe dife!

Nou proklame lespwa e nou chante lapè,
Pou limyè la jistis blayi sou tout latè.

N’ap kontinye chante…
N’ap kontinye chante pou fè lavi pi bèl!

Nan jistis, nan renmen, an nou manje yon bon tchaka!

Ayibobo!

An’n manje yon bon tchaka!
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Text by: Gabriel T. Guillaume

Tchaka by Sydney Guillaume - Tesoro High School Madrigals (2016 Western ACDA Conference)

The Majesty Glory of Your Name - Tom Fettke

Twa Tanbou - Sydney Guillaume

Powell High School Singers
Jim Kennedy, conductor
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see score: 
https://youtu.be/RWXCFTS5Kcc
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English Translation.

[ Yele maoulo! ]
The conch shells are sounding,
The roosters haven’t crowed yet,
The sun hasn’t risen yet,
The workers are on their feet!

Ranpono has begun!
Laborers, let’s put our hands together,
Let’s join together,
The work has begun!

Little by little, the bird makes its nest.
My brothers, my sisters, 
Join together, let’s move forward!

Heads together, in harmony, 
We will come to see the navel of an ant.
With perseverance, we will see the navel of an ant.
The load that you bear on your head falls on your shoulders.

Little by little, the bird makes its nets.

[ Yele maoulo! ]
Wasting time is not part of the game.
We must work today to harvest tomorrow.

Work is over!

The sun is setting,
The workers are dismissed,
A job well done.
Ranpono brings life.

Truly indeed, Ranpono brings life! 
With many hands the load is light.

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Haitian Creole text by: Gabriel T. Guillaume

[ Yele maoulo! ]
Kòn lanbi yo sonnen,
Kòk yo poko chante,
Solèy poko leve,
Travayè yo kanpe!

Ranpono derape!
Travayè, an nou met men,
An nou pote kole,
Travay la kòmanse!

Piti, piti, zwazo fè nich li.
Frè mwen yo, sè mwen yo,
Pote kole an’n avanse.

Tèt ansanm, an amoni,
N’ava rive wè lonbrit foumi.
Avèk pèseverans, n’ava wè lonbrit foumi.
Chay la soti sou tèt, men li tonbe sou zepòl.

Piti, piti, zwazo fè nich li.

[ Yele maoulo! ]
Pedi tan pa ladan’l.
Fò nou travay jodia pou’n rekòlte demen.

Travay lage!

Solèy ape kouche,
Travayè yo lage,
Travay la byen fini.
Ranpono se la vi.

Wi, tout bon vre, Ranpono se la vi!
Men anpil chay pa lou.

Ranpono by Sydney Guillaume - Powell High School Singers

Arvada West High School Vocal Showcase 
Chris Maunu, Conductor.
(World Premiere at the CMEA Conference in Colorado Springs on January 27, 2012)
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Music by: Sydney Guillaume
Text by: Louis Marie Celestin 
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English Poetic Translation:

Hurry up, walk quickly! 
Lift your feet up so you won’t miss it,
Wake up, take advantage,
The Tap-Tap is warming up!

If your legs are short, get a head start;
The best time is now,
Don’t say you didn’t know,
Those who are wise are those who lead.

Don’t let time pass you by, 
It’s time for you to get on board, 
The Tap-Tap is leaving now,
It’s time for us to go!

Hurry up, walk quickly!
Lift your feet up and don’t miss it,
The Tap-Tap is taking off!
Don’t fool around, get on!
Don’t wait, don’t stare, 
Don’t joke around, get on!
The Tap-Tap might just leave you!

Get up! Stand proud!
Those of you who know what you want,
Those of you with your minds made up,
Don’t miss a great opportunity
To do something for the nation!

Listen, don’t miss a great opportunity to do something,
Get up, stand proud, don’t sit around and wait!

Get up! Let’s go!

Don’t waste your time,
Go learn something useful
To benefit society,
And enhance humanity.

Keep your feet on the ground, 
Keep your eyes open, 
Don’t cast your pearls before swine,
Drugs will hold you back.

Get up! Stand proud! 
Walk quickly, let’s go!
It’s time for you to get on board, 
The Tap-Tap is on its way,
It’s speeding up, it will not stop;
Jump on it if you want to make it!

Let’s go!


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Haitian Creole Text by: Louis Marie Celestin 
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Tap-Tap

Mache prese, mache prese!
Leve pye’w pou pa rate’l,
Reveye’w, fò profite,
Tap-Tap la ape chofe!

S’ou gen pye kout pran devan;
Pi bonè se granm maten,
Pa vin di ou p’at konnen,
Moun ki save se yo k’ap mennen.

Pa kite tan pase,
Li lè pou anbake,
Lè a rive pou’l derape,
Li lè pou nou ale!

Mache prese, mache prese,
Leve pye’w pou pa rate’l,
Tap-Tap la ap derape!
Pa betize, monte!
Pa gade, pa gade, 
Ba betize, monte!
Tap-Tap la san lè kite’w!

Leve kanpe! Leve kanpe!
Oumenm ki konn ki sa ou vle,
Ou ki vreman deside,
Fò pa rate bon okazyon
Pou f’on jefò pou la nasyon!

Fò pa rate bon okazyon pou f’on jefò, tande!
Leve kanpe, pa chita gade!

Leve! An’n ale!

Pa kite tan’w gaspiye,
Al aprann yon bon metye
Pou itil la sosyete,
Pou limanite progrese.

Se pou de pye’w toujou sou tè,
De grenn je’w toujou ouvè,
Pa bay bon rad pou pèpè.
Dròg ap fè’w rete djè-djè.

Leve kanpe, leve kanpe! 
Mache prese, an’n ale!
Li lè pou ou anbake,
Tap-Tap la ape pouse,
L’ap pran vitès, li pap rete;
Sote ladan’l s’ou vle rive!

An’n ale!
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Tap-Tap  -  Arvada West High School Vocal Showcase

Fèt Chanpèt - Nathaniel Dett Chorale

Plakatap - Miami Children's Chorus

N'ap Debat - MSVMA Men’s Honor Choir

Haitian Creole text (English Translation below)

Rèl-o! Sanmba tande rèl-o! 
Sanmba nan Kiskeya ap mande poukisa…
Pouki tout deblozay nan lakou Afrika?
Pouki tout deblozay nan peyi Kiskeya?
 

Rèl-o!  Nou tande rèl-o!
Timoun ape kriye: mama-ouwo!
Rèl-o!  Nou tande rèl-o!
Granmoun ape rele: woh!
Rèl-o! Nou tande rèl-o!
Timoun, granmoun, timoun, granmoun!
Nou tande rèl-o!

Yo rele: 
 "Mama, mama, mama, mama…
Oh Mama Afrika!
“Mama kote-ou mama, kote-ou?
Mama, mama, mama, mama, 
Oh Mama Afrika!”
 

La jounen kon lannouit
Se mizè, se traka…
La jounen kon lannouit
Se maladi, se lanmò…
Se grangou, se la gè!

“Kote-ou, kote-ou mama? 
 Kote-ou ye mama? 
Sanble ou pa tande!”
Yo kriye, yo rele
Yo rele, yo kriye...
Kriye, yo rele: 
“Woh! Men kote ou ye?
Sanble ou pa tande mama!!!”

“Woh! Mama Afrika…
Sanble ou pa tande mama-ouwo!
Mama Afrika, jan ou te bèl-o, 
Kote-ou?”

Solèy leve, solèy kouche
Anyen pa chanje
Roumble isit, roumble lòtbò
Anyen pa deranje… Poukisa?
Mizè-a la… 
Anyen pa chanje, anyen pa deranje…
Mizè-a toujou la…
Poukisa, poukisa, poukisa…?


Doumbalele, doumba-yelele Afrika!
Koukouka koun keye Afrika!
Kekounkaye, koukaye Afrika!
Pran kouraj oh mama!
Pran kouraj Afrika
Kenbe la oh Mama Afrika!

Mama ou menm ki granmoun-o
Wa di yo, wa di yo jan la vi a te bèl-o!
Mama ou menm ki granmoun-o
Wa di yo, wa di yo jan la vi-a te dous-o…
Boul lò avèk diaman tap benyen la riviè
Eya, eya, eya Mama Afrika!
Zannimo tout koulè tap piafe nan fon bwa
Eya, eya, oh Afrika!


Rèl-o, Sanmba tande rèl-o!
Oh Mama, rèl yo toujou la…  
Men yon jou kon jodi-a
Tout rèl yo va kaba…

Beni swa, beni swa Afrika…
Beni swa, beni swa Kiskeya…
Beni swa, beni swa Mama Afrika!

-Gabriel T. Guillaume

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Cries! The troubadour hears cries!
The troubadour from the island of Haiti is asking why…
Why all the chaos in lands of Afrika?
Why all the chaos in the island of Haiti?

Cries! We hear cries!
The young ones are yelling: oh mother!
Cries! We hear cries!
The grown ones are screaming: woh!
Cries! We hear cries!
All the young ones, all the grown ones!
We hear cries!

They are crying:
“Mother, mother, mother, mother,
Oh Mother Africa!
Mother, where are you mother, where are you?
Mother, mother, mother, mother, 
Oh Mother Africa!”

Day and night
There is misery and nuisance
Day and night
There is illness and death
There is hunger and war!

“Where are you? Where are you mother? 
Oh but where mother? 
Perhaps you don’t hear us?”
They cry, they scream
They scream, they cry
They cry and yell:
“Where, but where are you mother?
Perhaps you don’t hear us mother!!!”

“Woh! Mother Africa… 
Perhaps you don’t hear us oh dear mother!
Mother Africa, but how you were so beautiful, where are you?

The sun rises, the sun sets
Nothing is changing
Meetings here, meetings there, 
Nothing is being bothered. 
The misery is there… why?
Nothing is changing, nothing is bothered
The misery is still there…
Why, why, why…?


Keep strength Africa!
Hang on Afrika! 
Hang in there oh mother…
Hang in there oh Mother Africa!



Mother, you wise one,
Tell them, tell them how beautiful life was!
Mother, you wise one,
Tell them, tell them how pleasant life was...
Balls of diamonds were showering rivers
Bravo, bravo, bravo Mother Africa!
Animals of all colors were wandering the deep woods.
Bravo, bravo Afrika!

Cries, the troubadour hears cries!
Oh Mother, the cries are still there…
But one day like today
All the cries will vanish…

Blessed, blessed be Afrika
Blessed, blessed be the Island of Haiti
Blessed, blessed be Mother Afrika! 



Mama Afrika - Mt. Saint Antonio College

Performance video, score and practice tracks at: https://sydneyguillaume.com/product/leve-kanpe/

Leve Kanpe by Sydney Guillaume - Biddeford High School Singers

For more info about this work, to see the score and learn about upcoming performances, go to:

https://sydneyguillaume.com/lavil-okap/

Lavil Okap - Demo Recording (Edition 1-5-2025)

Dominus Vobiscum

Gran Mèt-la avèk nou 
Li la nan mitan nou 
Li la nan fon kè nou 
Amen, Amen, Aleluya.

Depi nan tan benmbo 
Nap mache, nap chèche, nap mande: 
Ki lè, ki tan, ki jou, 
Limiè-a va leve pou vin delivre nou? 
Limiè lapè-a, 
Limiè la verite-a, 
Limiè la joua-a, 
Limiè lespwa-a, 
Limiè lanmou-a, 
Limiè la vi-a.

Jodia an nou chante: 
“Dominus vobiscum”

Gran Mèt-la avèk nou 
Li la nan mitan nou 
Li la nan fon kè nou 
Amen, Amen, Aleluya. 

Mache, chèche, mande: 
Li la nan mitan nou 
Mache, chèche, mande: 
Li la nan fon kè nou.

Amen, Amen, Aleluya

-Gabriel T. Guillaume

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The Lord be with you

The Lord is with us 
He is among us 
He is in the depths of our hearts 
Amen, Amen, Alleluia.

Since the beginning of time 
We have been searching, seeking, asking: 
When will the light come, at last, to deliver us? 
The light of peace, 
The light of truth, 
The light of joy, 
The light of hope, 
The light of love, 
The light of life.

Today, let us all sing: 
“Dominus vobiscum”

The Lord is with us 
He is among us 
He is in the depths of our hearts 
Amen, Amen, Alleluia.

Search, seek, ask: 
He is among us 
Search, seek, ask: 
He is in the depths of our hearts.

Amen, Amen, Alleluia.

www.sydneyguillaume.com

This recording can be purchased at www.rsvpchoir.org
Julie Adams, Conductor.

Dominus Vobiscum by Sydney Guillaume - RSVP Choir

English Poetic Translation: 

I see the love flow in the eyes of the mother;
Tenderness and joy have overcome the father. 
Through the eyes of their very first born,
I discover hope, I contemplate the future. 

He is beautiful, full of life and full of promise;
He is beautiful, full of life, and a carrier of hope.
Akeem, Akeem… the voice of the future.
Akeem, Akeem… Akeem is his name.

Life on the wings of love
Once again burst out the sweet symphony.
This splendor exploded time
For us to discover the buds of spring.

He is beautiful, full of life and full of promise;
He is beautiful, full of life, and a carrier of hope.
Akeem, Akeem… the voice of the future.
Akeem, Akeem… Akeem is his name.

The birth of a child is an expression of love, 
A carrier of joy, of hope and of peace.
The birth of a child renews the world
And the voices of the future will sing forever.

Akeem, Akeem… the voice of the future.
Akeem, Akeem… Akeem is his name.

The birth of a child, that is the hope for tomorrow!
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Sheet music available at: http://sydneyguillaumemusic.com/portfolio-items/akeem
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This composition is dedicated to my first nephew and godson, Akeem Guillaume. 

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French Text by Gabriel T. Guillaume: 

Je vois jaillir l’amour dans les yeux de la mère;
La tendresse et la joie ont envahi le père.
À travers les regards de leur tout premier-né,
Je découvre l’espoir, je contemple l’avenir.

Il est beau, plein de vie et rempli de promesses;
Il est beau, plein de vie et porteur d’espérance.
Akeem, Akeem… la voix du futur.
Akeem, Akeem… Akeem est son nom.

La vie encore une fois sur les ailes de l’amour
A laissé éclater la douce symphonie.
La splendeur du présent a explosé le temps
Pour nous faire découvrir les bourgeons du printemps.

Il est beau, plein de vie et rempli de promesses;
Il est beau, plein de vie et porteur d’espérance.
Akeem, Akeem… la voix du futur.
Akeem, Akeem… Akeem est son nom.

La naissance d’un enfant, expression de l’amour,
Est porteuse de joie, d’espérance et de paix. 
La naissance d’un enfant renouvelle le monde
Et les voix du futur chanteront à jamais.

Akeem, Akeem… la voix du futur.
Akeem, Akeem… Akeem est son nom.

La naissance d’un enfant c’est l’espoir pour demain!

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Miami Children's Chorus.
Timothy A. Sharp, Conductor. 
World Premiere Performance.
New World Center, Miami Beach
May 11, 2013

AKEEM (The Birth of a Child) - World Premiere - Miami Children's Chorus

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Praised by the Miami Herald for their “impressive maturity and striking melodic distinction”, Sydney Guillaume’s compositions are known to be intricate, challenging and yet highly spirited. They promote human values and are full of heart and passion. His compositions continually enthrall choirs everywhere and have been performed around the world. They have been featured at numerous conferences and international festivals like the American Choral Directors Association (ACDA), the World Choir Games and Ireland’s Cork International Choral Festival. He is an active member of the choral community as a composer, singer, clinician and conductor. Guillaume also writes film music – he has written original film and documentary scores for the Los Angeles based company Loyola Productions.