clover
23-03-2008, 03:25 PM
English version
VGRc-cI0JbA
Tell me all about this name that is dìficult to say
it was given me the day i was born
Want to know about 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 your 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, floatings 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 your soul.
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello… Vietnam.
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…
One day I’ll touch your soil.
One day I’ll finally know your soul.
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello… Vietnam.
One day I’ll walk your soil
One day I’ll finally know my soul
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello…Vietnam
To say hello…Vietnam
To say xin chao…Vietnam.
VGRc-cI0JbA
Tell me all about this name that is dìficult to say
it was given me the day i was born
Want to know about 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 your 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, floatings 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 your soul.
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello… Vietnam.
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…
One day I’ll touch your soil.
One day I’ll finally know your soul.
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello… Vietnam.
One day I’ll walk your soil
One day I’ll finally know my soul
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello…Vietnam
To say hello…Vietnam
To say xin chao…Vietnam.