Jul/100
Trinh Cong Son – Nguoi Con Gai Viet Nam
Composer: Trinh Cong Son
English Title: Vietnamese Girl
Translated By: Gigi
Young Vietnamese girl, with skin of gold,
Who loved our homeland like the fields of grain,
Young Vietnamese girl, with skin of gold,
Who loved our homeland, as tears wet her cheeks.
Young Vietnamese girl, with skin of gold,
Who loved our homeland, its people, even the weak,
Who once sat there dreaming of peace,
Who’s proud of our homeland like she is of her own being.
She’s never known our homeland in peace.
She’s never seen Viet Nam in the old days.
She’s never sung the Vietnamese folk songs once.
She only possesses a resentful heart.
The young girl passed by the village one day,
Walking in the night, the sound of gunshots echoed,
She suddenly clutched her heart,
On her soft skin emerged a bleeding wound.
Young Vietnamese girl, with skin of gold,
Who loved our homeland like the fields of grain,
Young Vietnamese girl, with skin of gold,
Who loved our homeland that no longer exists.
Oh, the countless heartless deaths!
Oh, darkness befall our country for a thousand years.
Once, she visited our homeland alone.
And I still search for our homeland alone.
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