10:30
When we go, we miss the river lapping at the banks
10:28
Where is the sound of the distant village market closing in the afternoon
10:29
Whoever loves, loves with all their loyalty
10:28
Your hands seem to have magic
10:28
Without the smoke of sunset, I still miss home
10:28
Where do the duckweeds drift, row after row
10:28
When we go, we miss the mountains and forests
10:30
What is homeland, mother
10:32
What is homeland, mother
10:29
Trample the enemy to the black ground
10:29
The sun sets, the sky rises high and deep
10:29
The water is filled with ferries
10:29
The waves ripple on the river, sad and endless,
10:28
Thousands of poems are woven on bamboo and leaves
10:28
Vietnam, the land of warm sunshine
10:31
The strange visitors come to see
10:30
The storks flutter in the wind
10:29
The boys and girls also wear brown shirts stained with mud
10:28
The clouds cover the Truong Son peaks morning and evening
10:29
The faces of the people are hard working and deeply imprinted
10:28
The guns and swords are abandoned, but they are as gentle as before
10:29
The heart of the homeland ripples with the water,
10:30
The hearts of those who leave their homeland to set out on the road are broken
10:30
The poor land nurtures heroes
15:37
The land of hundreds of professions of hundreds of regions
10:28
The river is long, the sky is wide, the wharf is lonely
10:28
Missing the fields, missing Sweet potatoes and corn
10:29
Night after night, Truong Chi's folk songs still echo
15:46
No bridge evokes a bit of intimacy,
12:59
Quietly the green bank meets the golden sandbank
10:30
Sparsely scattered on a small island, the wind is cold,
10:28
That the teacher taught us to love
10:29
The black eyes of the girl sparkle
10:27
The boat drifts down the river in parallel
10:29
The boat returns to the water, sadness in hundreds of directions;
18:33
Hunger and poverty must cause separation
19:55
How dear is the homeland
10:30
Layers of high clouds push against silver mountains,
10:30
How many generations have suffered much pain
19:22
Immense without a ferry crossing
10:29
Fragrant flowers, sweet fruits, blue sky all year round
10:29
Immersed in blood and fire, they rise again
10:28
Birds tilt their small wings the evening shadow falls
10:30
A meal of crispy spinach and eggplants
10:13
A dry branch of firewood is lost in the stream
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