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Please, Do Not Ask !
It has no meaning at all, the element of time When my age is the amount of sadness and worry That constantly accompany my steps and me. Do not ask if Motherland is pretty When hatred and revenge is still dyeing red our country Who just stepped on a land mine that war left behind ? War is not truly over even though it has been ended for a long time Do not ask the age of old parents We have never told them the story of our life Please, let the pain and suffering be dormant Hopefully the heart wound will heal with time. Do not ask if I want to return to my homeland A dead leaf returns to the tree's foot, after leaving the branch We cannot wander all our life In alien lands like persons in exile. You wish me the best for my hope about the future Yes, I still have a small hope, that is, hereafter For the day of return I will still be alive To kiss Motherland one more time.. HOAI VAN TU Original version in Vietnamese:
EM ÐỪNG
HỎI
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