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 (walk) your soil
One day, I'll finally know your soul
One day, I'll come to you
To say hello Vietnam
To say: "Xin chào Việt Nam".
2. 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.
And Buddha's made of stone watch over me
My dreams they lead me through the fields of rice
In prayer, in the light…I see my kin
I touch my tree, my roots,my begin.