Back to the roots

Spring festival back to the roots
The xoan tune you sing calls out to me
The high mountains of Nghia Linh are green and fresh.
Hung Temple, the ancestral tomb of thousands of years here

Even Thinh echoed the sound of pestles.
Lang Lieu's filial piety, banh giay and banh chung
The fields are still there, Minh Nong.
The capital of Ca village on the Thao river

Tien Dung bathed on the sand...
A sweet love story love song
Come here, March 10th
Grandchildren and grandchildren commemorate their ancestors with great devotion and devotion.

River junction, waves tumultuous
Who knows the shadow of the crane or the flock of sheep?
Xoan dance, what a supple rhythm!
Who comes to the festival to enjoy the roots...