In prayer, in the light...I see my skin I touch my tree, my roots,my begin......... [Hello Việt Nam] Tell me all about this name, that is difficult to say. It was given me the day I was born. Want to know about the stories of the empire of old. My eyes say more of me than what you dare to say. All I know of you is all the sights of war. A film by Coppola, the helicopters roar. One day Ill touch your soil. One day Ill finally know my soul. One day Ill come to you. To say hello... Vietnam. Tell me all about my color, my hair and my little feet That have carried me every mile of the way. Want to see your houses, your streets. Show me all I do not know. Wooden sampans, floating markets, light of gold. All I know of you is all the sights of war. A film by Coppola, the helicopters roar. One day Ill walk your soil. One day Ill finally know my soul. One day Ill come to you. To say hello... Vietnam. And Buddhas made of stone watch over me My dreams they lead me through the fields of rice In prayer, in the light...I see my skin I touch my tree, my roots,my begin One day Ill walk your soil. One day Ill finally know my soul. One day Ill come to you. To say hello... Vietnam. One day Ill walk your soil One day Ill finally know my soul One day Ill come to you To say hello...Vietnam To say hello...Vietnam To say xin chào... Vietnam
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 12:06:29 +0000
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