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 my 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 houses, your streets. Show me all I do not know.

Wooden sampans, floating markets, light of gold.

All I know of you is all the sights of war.

A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar.

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.

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 skin

I touch my tree, my roots,my begin

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.

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 chào… Vietnam