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Will sink down too
Cũng sẽ chìm trôi
(Translated by Nguyễn Vũ Thành, 26.9.2003)
Sun, Moon í-a (are) high above, I sit ối-a down here
A stream í-a is so clear, why soul is ối-a (still) blurred
Night herons í-a fly by, calling up í-a silence
Life path í-a isn''t long, why tired í-a the knees
Sun, Moon í-a (are) high above, I sit ối-a down here
A road í-a is winding, golden light ối-a is sudden
Since í-a a sacred bird sang words of ối-a unhappy fate
Each drop ối-a of boundlessness sink down ôi-à all fame
tigerliy: Em đố bác nào hát được bài này mà không cười đấy!
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. (ECCLESIASTES)

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Nomad
Du mục
(Translated by Nguyễn Vũ Thành)
1.
A herd of cows enters the city
The night is sad, desolate, hence sadder
A herd of cows enters the city
there''s no one to ask for
The herd finds a river
but the stream is dry
The herd feels sad, suddenly sad
then one day dreams of mountain clouds
2.
A man comes in city
counts each steps, sadly
A man comes in city
there''s no more acquaintances
He find the green field
but the field is vacant
Then he feels so sad, suddenly
Suddenly he is unhappy about country
(Refrain)
Oh motherland was wretched
why (it''s) still, still in war ?
Old mother stopped waiting
Slept quietly
Mother slept quietly forever
Drop a lullaby for thousands years
Set the cradle free for emptiness
For emptiness, let loose the hands
Child bums around
Child bums around, a life
Child bums around, this fate
3.
A herd of cows enters the city
sadly drop a bell sound
A man comes in city
hears his soul freezing
He find the mountain
but forest was fallowed
Then his sadness vanishes, suddenly vanished
Rocks lie heavy on his soul

(Refrain & part 3)
Rocks lie heavy on his soul
Rocks lie heavy on his soul... (fading)
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. (ECCLESIASTES)

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Cannons lull the night
Đại bác ru đêm
(Translated by Nguyễn Vũ Thành)
Cannons resound to city every night
the road cleaner stops broom, listens.
Cannons pass here, wake mother up
Cannons pass here, babies sorrow
Mid-night rocket sparks over mountain.
Cannons resound to city every night
the road cleaner stops broom, listens.
Each night flight, babies start (out of sleep)
Dug-out is ravaged, oh yellow''''s flesh
Every night what bright are fatherland''''s eyes.

Ten thousands of bombs pour down villages
Ten thousands of bombs pour down the fields
Vietnamese houses are blazed at the hamlet''''s end
Ten thousands of trips, claymore grenade
Ten thousands of trips bring to city
flesh and bone of mother, of you

Cannons resound to city every night
the road cleaner stops broom, listens.
Cannons every night, future falls down (like yellow leaves)
Cannons like prayer without a vow
babies forget living, every night wait anxiously.
Cannons resound to city every night
the road cleaner stops broom, listens.
Cannons every night, lull yellow''''s flesh
Cannons become familiar like a sad overture
Babies haven''''t grown up to see fatherland
Ten thousands of bombs pour down villages
Ten thousands of bombs pour down the fields
Vietnamese houses are blazed at the hamlet''''s end
Ten thousands of trips, claymore grenade
Ten thousands of trips bring to city
flesh and bone of mother, of you

Cannons resound to city every night
the road cleaner stops broom, listens.
Cannons every night, future falls down (like yellow leaves)
Cannons like prayer without a vow
babies forget living, every night wait anxiously.
Cannons resound to city every night
the road cleaner stops broom, listens.
Cannons every night, lull yellow''''s flesh
Cannons become familiar like a sad overture
Babies haven''''t grown up to see fatherland
Babies haven''''t grown up to see fatherland
Babies haven''''t grown up to see fatherland
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. (ECCLESIASTES)

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Được tigerlily sửa chữa / chuyển vào 17:50 ngày 03/04/2004

Finding motherland
Đi tìm quê hương
(Translated by Nguyễn Vũ Thành)
The Yellow (skin) slave oversleeps
oversleeps in a small house
lamp is lighted then dim
sleeps neglectedly, neglectedly how many years
sleeps neglectedly, doesn''t see motherland
when will we break fetters and chains invisibly binding our people
when will we break fetters and chains invisibly binding freedom
The Yellow slave strides
strides, strides toward mountains
The Yellow slave strides
strides, strides toward oceans
Strides to rescue Viet Nam river, twenty continuous years
fleshes expose on both regions
Strides to see motherland
The Yellow slave sits still
sits still in a small house
lamp is lighted then dim
sits still, forgets water and mountain,
sits still, begs clothing and food
when will we break fetters and chains invisibly binding our feet
when will we break fetters and chains invisibly binding the hatred
The Yellow slave strides
strides, strides toward the fields
The Yellow slave strides
strides, strides toward wasted hills
Strides calling to brothers, calls peace to motherland
to build Fairy and Dragon land
Strides to see motherland
Strides to see motherland
Strides to see motherland...
(fading)

tigerlily: theo em, "Đi tìm quê hương" phải là "Looking for our Motherland". "Find" là tìm thấy rồi.
"Đèn thắp thì mờ" - shouldn''t it be "lamp gets dim when being lit" huh? Such a paradox that I don''t really understand actually. But just guess...
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. (ECCLESIASTES)

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Nursery rhythm of peace
Đồng dao hòa bình
(Translated by Frank Duong)
Twenty years of hardship is now over
Today I see the sun shining brightly
In everyone?Ts heart - our heart, your heart
In the heart of the paddy field

Twenty years of hardship is now over
Today sees the radiant smiles
On everyone?Ts lips, on our lips
On the lips of little children and the old mothers

The way we go is expansive/abundant - full of houses and shops of acquaintances
Our feet walking comfortably, our hands clasped in happiness
Returning to all mountains and forests, returning to all villages and hamlets
Singing together for the new land, let the sky join in to share our hearts?T happiness
Twenty years of hardship is now over
Today sees the renewed faces of people
We love the sky (heaven), we love us, we love you (or children)
We love the warmth of the newly arrived peace
Twenty years of hardship is now over
Today sees each drop of tears flowing softly in the heart of the fathers and the heart of the children
In the heart of the nice beautiful babies
Twenty years of hardship is now over
Today sees the strange warmth of the sunlight
On the yellow skin, on the fragrant skin
On your skin, on the skin of all Vietnamese who have been waiting
Twenty years of imprisonment shall be forgotten
Today bowls of happy wine will be drunk for the joy of the mothers and the fathers
For the joy of the children and the wives and husbands
The roads in Vietnam today will be the free paths
We Vietnamese today will live a genuine life
From every corner, there will be the sound of roaring (?) footsteps
The flags stand tall in the wind; the flags are high at the houses?T doors
Twenty years waiting every minute and second
Today we see the sound of peace
On everyone?Ts lips on our lips
On the children?Ts lips on the lips of the poverty-stricken Vietnamese
Twenty years of waiting, now the vital force has rushed back through the veins
Nourishing the hearts of the mothers and the heart of the fathers
Nourishing each other?Ts heart and the country now well-enriched.
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. (ECCLESIASTES)

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Hue, Sai Gon, Ha Noi
Huế, Sài Gòn, Hà Nội
(Translated by Frank Duong)
Oh, Hue Saigon Hanoi, my country,
why are you so far away still?
Hue Saigon Hanoi, so many years have gone by,
why are you still so indifferent?
Oh Vietnam, for how much longer
Must people still sit missing one another?
Millions my feet, millions your feet,
All those people who rise for the call of revolution
It''s time for linking our hearts together,
All us youths, let''s be the pioneers
All over Central South and North, waiting eagerly,
all those bundles of rice are symbols of freedom
The roads now lead to the prisons
tomorrow let us build schools and market places
Our people shall return to cultivate and ensure all are well clothed and fed.
All hands will work for the nation,
All hands will build, let the memory of hatred and pain fade away
We will keep building our houses, our gardens will prosper,
Let me go up the hill to sing with joy
North, South and Centre, let us unite and be one region again
All three frontiers open, roads built and peace returns to the country
Hue Saigon Hanoi, for 20 years, the cries of misfortune,
Hue Saigon Hanoi, in our hands, the heart of Vietnam
Bullets and bombs, human greed, what war machines destroy our kind
Oh Vietnam, stop dreaming, look forward and get rid of hatred
Let''s wipe off all past sadness,
Tomorrow, all roads linking South and North covered with flowers
Loving hands and hearts with no frontiers
Brothers let''s listen to all the love
The big joy shall pass hundred of bridges
The mother will enjoy the betel nuts
Watching the two regions sharing the peace with hearts filled with warmth
Day in the South, night in the North,
Eyes taking in all the changes, seeing the sweet dawn breaking
Horses flying past with the wind, hearts beating with the galloping noises
Let us stand up in freedom
North South and Centre in deep love;
Stepping out together jointly building our shared thatched house.
Do wipe off all signs of past sadness,
Tomorrow all South North roads will be covered with flowers
Hands of love, hearts of no frontiers, brothers lets listen to the love,
The big joy shall pass hundred of bridges
Mother will enjoy the betel nuts
Watching the two regions sharing the peace with hearts filled with warmth
Day in the South, night in the North,
Eyes taking in all the changes, seeing the sweet dawn breaking
Horses flying past with the wind,
Hearts beating with the galloping noises
Lets us upraise in freedom
North South and Centre in deep love;
Stepping out together jointly building our shared thatched house
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. (ECCLESIASTES)

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A long day on motherland
Ngày dài trên quê hương
(Translated by Nguyễn Vũ Thành)
An old man in the park
A madman in city
A man lies without a breath
A man sits, hears bomb''s sound
A man sits for twenty years
see flares shine the night
Children flock get used to bomb (and bullet)
Viet people lie with wounds
Viet mother lies (for) twenty years
Bone, skin soften
waiting the country''s sacred hour
the yellow on fragrant skin
so conserve ripening-rice color of motherland
A long day on motherland
Vietnam day is so devastated
An empty field with red soil
A cow herd, no grass bed
A long day in motherland
Viet people forget living
A prison nurses the yellow
Viet people miss their land
Day is so long in worry
Every night, bombs destroy
Viet people look so strange
Viet people look (each other) with hatred
A prison on motherland
Vietnam men forget their race
Day by day, build resent
Then each day, smash with bomb (signs)
(Refrain)
Viet mother lies (for) twenty years
Bone, skin soften
waiting the sacred hour of country
the yellow on fragrant skin
so conserve ripening-rice color of motherland
A long day on motherland
Children band now grows up
An old folk looks anxiously
He waits winds to die down
A man sits for twenty years
Sorrow and joy, a bitter glass of wine
Viet''s skin is no longer yellow
Viet mother misses (her) son''s corpse...
(Refrain)
Viet mother misses (her) son''s corpse...
Viet mother misses (her) son''s corpse...
(fading)
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. (ECCLESIASTES)

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Sleep, my child
Ngủ đi con
(Translated by Nguyễn Vũ Thành)
Hò ho ho hó ho hò, please sleep, sleep, my child
The child of mum, yellow-skinned
Lulls you, lulls the bullet dyed your wound pink
Twenty years, a band of children went soldiering
Went, not to return, mum''s yellow-skinned child
Sleep, my child
Lulls you, lulled you two times
Oh this body was formerly little (and tender)
Mum''s belly was full, mum carried (you) on hands
Hò ho ho hó ho hò, why (do you) sleep at (the) age (of) twenty?
Hò ho ho hó ho hò, please sleep, sleep, my child
The child of mum was born
On lips a word of deep grief resounded
Twenty years, a children band grew up
Went to battlefields, the yellow-skinned child of Fairy and Dragon
Sleep, my child
Lulls you, now rolled in dust
Oh which injury carved into your warm skin (deeply)
This bone and flesh mum wearied from dawn till dark (morning and evening)
Hò ho ho hó ho hò, why (do you) sleep at (the) age (of) twenty?
Hò ho ho hó ho hob, my child sleep at (the) age (of) twenty
Hò ho ho hó ho hò, why (do you) sleep at (the) age (of) twenty?
Hò ho ho hó ho hò, why (do you) sleep at (the) age (of) twenty?

All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. (ECCLESIASTES)

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A winter fable
Ngụ ngôn mùa đông
(Translated by Nguyễn Vũ Thành)
A winter day
A Vietnamese man
Goes to river bank
Recalls the source
Recalls the leg (stretch of road)
From where we departed
Recalls the broad sea
Boats and junks surf
Recalls a thousand leagues
The race of bird
A winter day
A Vietnamese man
Goes up the hill
Recalls the source
Recalls the leg (stretch of road)
From where we departed
Recalls the plains
Birds are singing
Recalls the dense jungle
The race of Fairy
(Refrain)

A winter day
On a small track
A hearse goes by
(A) delayed-action mine
Man dies two times
Flesh bone are smashed
A winter day
Two sides are wood (jungle)
A hearse goes by
(A) delayed-action mine
Man dies two times
Flesh bone are smashed

A winter day
A Vietnamese man
Goes to river no more
Guns fire so close
Bullet sound fills soul
Since then vaguely misses
Misses (the) time mum carried
The pure lullaby
Misses his good mum
Sitting with her children
A winter day
A Vietnamese man
Goes up hill no more
Guns fire too close
Guns from the village''s field
Fire, tear the child''s skin
The market is so sad
Barbed wire is blocking
Surely his good mum
Will feel self-pity
(Refrain)
A winter day
A Vietnamese man
Goes to river no more
Guns fire so close
Bullet sound fills soul
Since then vaguely misses
Misses (the) time mum carried
The pure lullaby
Misses his good mum
Sitting with her children
A winter day
A Vietnamese man
Goes up hill no more
Guns from the city
Guns from the village''s field
Fire, tear the child''s skin
The market is so sad
Barbed wire is blocking
Surely his good mum
Will feel self-pity
(Refrain)
(fading)
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. (ECCLESIASTES)

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The Vietnamese yellow-skin girl
Người con gái Việt Nam da vàng
Girl, so young, with skin like gold,
Home you love like fields of grain,
Girl, so young, with skin like gold,
On your face fall tears like rain.
Girl, so young, with skin like gold,
Home you love, so do love the weak.
Seated there in dreams of peace,
Proud of home as of your womanhood.
You''ve never known our land in peace.
You''ve never known Olden Viet Nam.
You''ve never sung our village songs.
All you have is an angry heart.
Passing by the village gate,
In the night with guns booming low,
Girl so young, you clutch your heart.
On soft skin a bleeding wound grows.
Girl, so young, with skin like gold,
Home you love like fields of grain,
Girl, so young, with skin like gold,
You love home which is no more.
O! Unfeeling and heartless death.
Dark our land a thousand years.
Home, my sister, you''ve come alone.
And I, alone, still search for you.
Girl, so young, with skin like gold
(3 times, fading)
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All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. (ECCLESIASTES)

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