Wide Spring Fatherland

Spring has come
Apricot and bauhinia flowers bloom white in the Northwest forests
The girls and boys play the flute and sing then songs softly.
Peach buds showing off red lips to be charming...

Come to Hanoi, listen to me.
Visit Uncle Ho in Ba Dinh, listen to the Red River tell stories
Fairy tale "Flying Dragon" land of thousand years of civilization
The aroma of new sticky rice permeates the air, with a deep taste of alluvium...

Spring come back to me
Visit the Central region of the motherland
Pity the hunched back of many generations of hardships
Still fragrant like areca flowers, betel vines in mother's garden

Tay Nguyen, my dear! The sound of gongs and gongs is bustling.
The red Po Lang flowers are as fragrant as a girl's lips.
The vast green forest is like an ageless fairy.
The aroma of Ban Me coffee lingers in the air

Saigon in spring is bright with sky and earth
Dear Agarwood land full of swallows
Truong Sa worries, marine soldiers' hearts heavy
Proud white bud of the storm waiting for you...

Go south to the Cape, my friend!
The national flag flutters amid the scent of cajuput and mangrove forests.
Land of Nine Dragons stretching on the waves
The traveler does not want to go home, missing the old man.

The fatherland is as vast as a boundless song…