It's a nostalgic song that has evidently touched a lot of hearts, including mine.
Translation from http://english.ohmynews.com/articleview/article_view.asp?menu=c10400&no=273609&rel_no=1
Tell me this name, strange and difficult to pronounce That I have carried since my birth Tell me the old empire and the feature of my slanted eyes Describing me better than what you dare not say I only know you from the war images A Coppola movie, (and) the angry helicopters Someday, I will go there, someday to say hello to your soul Someday, I will go there, to say hello to you, Vietnam Tell me my color, my hair and my small feet That I have carried since my birth Tell me your house, your street, tell me this unknown entity The floating markets and the wooden sampans I could only recognize my country from the war photos A Coppola movie, (and) the helicopters in anger Someday, I will go there, someday to say hello to your soul Someday, I will go there, to say hello to you, Vietnam The temples and the stone-carved Buddha statues for my fathers The stooping women in the rice fields for my mothers Praying in the light to see my brothers again To touch my soul, my roots, my land. Someday, I will go there, someday to say hello to your soul Someday, I will go there, to say hello to you, Vietnam (twice)
Translation from http://english.ohmynews.com/articleview/article_view.asp?menu=c10400&no=273609&rel_no=1
Tell me this name, strange and difficult to pronounce
That I have carried since my birth
Tell me the old empire and the feature of my slanted eyes
Describing me better than what you dare not say
I only know you from the war images
A Coppola movie, (and) the angry helicopters
Someday, I will go there, someday to say hello to your soul
Someday, I will go there, to say hello to you, Vietnam
Tell me my color, my hair and my small feet
That I have carried since my birth
Tell me your house, your street, tell me this unknown entity
The floating markets and the wooden sampans
I could only recognize my country from the war photos
A Coppola movie, (and) the helicopters in anger
Someday, I will go there, someday to say hello to your soul
Someday, I will go there, to say hello to you, Vietnam
The temples and the stone-carved Buddha statues for my fathers
The stooping women in the rice fields for my mothers
Praying in the light to see my brothers again
To touch my soul, my roots, my land.
Someday, I will go there, someday to say hello to your soul
Someday, I will go there, to say hello to you, Vietnam (twice)