Hello VietNam

Tell me 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 your soul.
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello…Vietnam.

Tell me 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 now 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 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 free, 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 chào…Vietnam

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