Tell me all about this nameThat is difficult to sayIt was given me the day I was bornWant to know about the storiesOf the empire of oldMy eyes say more of me than what you dare to sayAll I know of youis all the sights of warUp filled by copla,the helicopters roarOne dayI'll touch your soilOne day I'll finally know your soulOne day I'll come to youTo say hello,VietnamTell me all about my color, my hair,and my little feetThat have carried me every mile of the wayWant to see your house, your streetsShow me all I do not knowwooden sampans, floating markets, light of goldall I know of youis the sights of wara film by Coppola,the helicopters roarone day I'll touch your soilone day I'll finally know your soulOne day I'll come to youTo say hello,VietnamAnd Buddha's made of stone,watch over me My dreams,they lead me through the fieldsof rice In prayer,in the light, I see my kinI touch my tree,my roots might begin.One dayI'll touch your soil.One day I'll finally know your soul.One day I'll come to youto say hello,Vietnam.One day I'll One day,I'll walk your soilOne day, I'll finally know my soulOne day,I'll come to youTo say hello,VietnamTo say hello,VietnamChàoViệt Nam!
