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Raconte moi le vieil empire et le trait de mes yeux brids, Qui disent mieux que moi ce que tu n'oses dire. Je ne sais de toi que des images de la guerre, Un film de Coppola, et des hlicoptres en colre...
Un jour, j'irai l bas, un jour dire bonjour ton me. Un jour, j'irai l bas pour te dire bonjour, Vietnam.
Raconte moi ma couleur, mes cheveux et mes petits pieds, Qui me portent depuis que je suis ne.
Raconte moi ta maison, ta rue, racontes moi cet inconnu, Les marchs flottants et les sampans de bois. Je ne connais de mon pays que des photos de la guerre, Un film de Coppola, et des hlicoptres en colre ...
Un jour, j'irai l bas, un jour dire bonjour mon me. Un jour, j'irai l bas pour te dire bonjour, Vietnam.
Les femmes courbes dans les rizires pour mes mres, Dans la prire, dans la lumire, revoir mes frres, Toucher mon me, mes racines, ma terre...
Un jour, j'irai l bas, un jour dire bonjour mon me. Un jour, j'irai l bas pour te dire bonjour, Vietnam..
Hy k cho ti nghe v vng triu c v i mt ca ti Ai hy ni r hn cho ti bit v nhng g m bn khng dm ni. Ti ch bit v ni qua nhng hnh nh ca chin tranh Mt b phim ca Coppola, v chic trc thng trong cn tc gin.
Hy k cho ti v cn nh, ng ph ca bn, k cho ti nghe nhng iu ti cha bit. V nhng phin ch ni trn sng v nhng con thuyn g Ti ch bit v qu hng qua nhng hnh nh ca chin tranh...
Cho hi dm ngi cha, nhng ngi cha v cc bc tng pht bng Cho hi dm ngi m, nhng ph n ang cong lng trn rung la. Trong li nguyn cu, trong nh sng, ti thy li nhng ngi anh Ti v vi ting lng, vi ci ngun, vi t m qu cha
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 helicopter's roar. One day I'll touch your soil. One day I'll finally know my soul. One day I'll come to you. To say hello... Vietnam. Tell me all about my colour, my hair and my little feet That have carried me every mile of the way. Want to see your house, your streets. Show me all I do not know. Wooden sampans, floating markets, light of gold.
All I know of you is the sights of war. A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar. One day I'll touch your soil. One day I'll finally know my soul. One day I'll 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 lightI see my kin I touch my tree, my roots,my begin One day I'll touch your soil. One day I'll finally know my soul. One day I'll 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 helloVietnam To say helloVietnam To say xin cho Vietnam
Dng nh iu kh khn nht l tm thy mt hai ngi bn gip ta, Mt ngi no hiu ta Khi bn cm thy mnh lc li Bn c mt ngi no ng bo rng ti s ch ng cho bn! Ooh, Ohh ! Ni bn nghe,ni ti nghe Lun cng nhau chuyn tr Ni bn nghe,ni ti nghe Cng nhau ta hy chuyn tr tht t nhin! Th nn bn ngh rng mnh hiu c p n oh khng V c th gii ny khin bn phi nhy ma ng th ti ang bo vi bn rng n lc bt u vng tin vng ! Tin tng bn l ai, bn l mt ngi sao ta sng ! Ni bn nghe,ni ti nghe Lun cng nhau chuyn tr l cch nn din ra Ni bn nghe,ni ti nghe Cng nhau ta hy chuyn tr tht t nhin!