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The first night away from the country, who could bear to sleep

The golden color of a thousand years ago, the red color of the future

The Man Who Seeks the Shape of the Country

The waves crashing under the ship were not the waves of the homeland

The way the whole nation stands

We let the rain pour and the wind blow

We sleep in narrow beds

When the shore gradually receded and the villages disappeared

Your rosy face in the spring stream

How can I understand all The Man Who Searched for the Shape of the Country

How can I understand all the hearts of the leaders

Let me be the waves under the ship that saw Uncle off

My dreams crush my life

My heart has become mossy and old stories

My heart is like the ship, I also drink

Not the image of a poem carved into stone

Now that we have returned, we will take back our gold

Or an invisible being in the mist and smoke of the distance sticky rice

Take back all our dreams Who says the ship doesn't dream

A corner of the homeland, half a lifetime familiar

A hundred dreams cannot withstand a thick night

A peaceful roof casts a shadow over my soul

All around, there was not a single bamboo grove in sight

Around Hoan Kiem Lake, no one discusses King Le

But the shape of the country is either still there or gone

Far from the country, the more we understand the sorrow of the country

Finding a path for the nation to follow

From now on, the sky was no longer the blue color of the homeland

Happiness is contained in a beautiful dress