Dreamed Colours Red, blue, yellow, green Colours of our dream A dream about unity While hand in hand we go As to make that dream a reality My skin tone, your skin tone Multi-ethnicity, multi-plurality As we watch the sky at dawn, And it seems that our skin Is of same nuance under our sky That Mauritian sky where we all fly The grandeur of our exotic spirit Our fervency and hearty wit That smile that welcomes Our arms that joyfully open Our eternal love for our motherland Our fall, our rise, our defeat Our song, our dance, all these deeds But always together, in group we go Towards the sunrise and the ocean flow And coconut, mangoes, letchis as feasts Sega dance and songs, bhojpuri dance and songs Langaze madam serré, Tialbert Lacaze tôle, race mélanzé Proud, proud nation we are Happy, a happy nation we remain Mixed roots that grow wildly On a little island called Mauritius. -Eiravel-
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That’s the second year that our children won’t chant and glorify in unison our national anthem for the independence day of Mauritius. Things have worsened here, the coronavirus has suddenly spread, and everyday there are more people that are being tested positive. We’ve got the vaccines, but not many people did it in time. So, even though we’re in the middle of a tumult, I hope that we don’t forget that we are facing this pandemic together – as one people, as one nation, and I pray that we all make it safe.