Tell me all 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
Up filled by copla,
the helicopters 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 color, 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
all I know of you
is the sights of war
a film by Coppola,
the helicopters 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 might 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 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
Chào
Việt Nam!