Hello, Vietnam

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.
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 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 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 Buddhas 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, my beginning…

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 chao… Vietnam.

-Marc Lavoine