Khúc Hát Người Đi Khai Hoang

Khúc Hát Người Đi Khai Hoang

 Ta đốt lửa cho đồi hoang ấm mãi hẹn người lên tìm lại dấu chân xưa. Thuở quân đi rừng núi chiến công còn vang, lòng đã nghe bao lời tình đất gọi. bên cánh võng nghe rừng khuya hát mãi mặt trời lên nhìn rạng rỡ quê hương tuổi thanh xuân còn bước tiếp xây đời vui thành phố ơi ta gửi lời ước hẹn.
Hò ơi... ơi hò ơi... ta về đây phá đồng hoang gió mơn man câu hò từ láng mới vui rộn tiếng cười tươi trẻ trên nương, theo bước ta đất mừng reo xanh mượt. cất cao lên ánh lửa yêu đời, khúc ca mừng đất vỡ thênh thang
Thương làm sao nhớ làm sao chiến khu xưa nay là miền đất mới, em tập đánh vần hoa nở chim ca. Theo bước ta đất mừng lên xanh mượt mãi reo vang đất mở nông trường. Những công trình vẫy gọi ta đi.

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LA ISLA BONITA

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                






La isla bonita
[ Spoken: ]
Como puede ser verdad
[ or Como puede ese olvidar ]
How could it be true?
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Last night I dreamt of San Pedro
Just like I'd never
gone, I knew the song
A young girl with eyes like the desert
It all seems like
yesterday, not far away
[ Chorus: ]
Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be

La isla bonita

And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby
...

I fell in love with San Pedro
Warm wind carried on the
sea, he called to me
Te dijo te amo
I prayed that the days would last
They went so fast
 Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be

La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby



I want to be where the
sun warms the sky
When it's time for siesta you
can watch them go by
Beautiful faces, no cares in this world
Where a girl loves a boy,
and a boy... loves a girl...
..
Last night I dreamt of San Pedro
It all seems like
yesterday, not far away

[ chorus twice ]
Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita..
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby...

Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita..

And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby
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La la la la la la la
Te dijo te amo
La la la la la la la
El dijo que te ama

He told you, "I love you"
He said he loves you

He told you, "I love you"
[ chorus ]
Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be

Hello Việt Nam - Phạm Quỳnh Anh ( HD).flv

Hello Vietnam


Tell me about this name so strange and difficult to pronounce
That I carry since I was born.
Tell me about the ancient empire and the feature of my “attached eyes”
Which say better than me what you don’t dare saying.
Of you I only know images of the war, a film of Coppola, [and] helicopters in anger...
One day, I will go there to say hello to your soul.
One day, I will go there to say hello to you, Vietnam.
Tell me about the color of my skin, my hair and my small feet,
Which carry me since I was born.
Tell me about your house, your street, tell me about this unknown,
The floating markets and the wood sampans.
Of you I only know images of the war, a film of Coppola, [and] helicopters in anger...
One day, I will go there, to say hello to my soul.
One day, I will go there, to say hello to you, Vietnam.

Temples and stone Buddhas for my fathers
Curved women in the rice plantations for my mothers
In the prayer, in the light, retrieve my brothers,
Touch my heart, my roots, my land...
One day, I will go there to say hello to my soul.
One day, I will go there to say hello to you, Vietnam.

Bonjour Vietnam - Xin Chào Việt Nam - Phạm Quỳnh Anh

Hello Vietnam


Tell me about this name so strange and difficult to pronounce
That I carry since I was born.
Tell me about the ancient empire and the feature of my “attached eyes”
Which say better than me what you don’t dare saying.
Of you I only know images of the war, a film of Coppola, [and] helicopters in anger...
One day, I will go there to say hello to your soul.
One day, I will go there to say hello to you, Vietnam.
Tell me about the color of my skin, my hair and my small feet,
Which carry me since I was born.
Tell me about your house, your street, tell me about this unknown,
The floating markets and the wood sampans.
Of you I only know images of the war, a film of Coppola, [and] helicopters in anger...
One day, I will go there, to say hello to my soul.
One day, I will go there, to say hello to you, Vietnam.

Temples and stone Buddhas for my fathers
Curved women in the rice plantations for my mothers
In the prayer, in the light, retrieve my brothers,
Touch my heart, my roots, my land...
One day, I will go there to say hello to my soul.
One day, I will go there to say hello to you, Vietnam.
 


Bonjour Vietnam (par Marc Lavoine)


Racontes moi ce nom étrange et difficile à prononcer
Que je porte depuis que je suis née.
Racontes moi le vieil empire et le trait de mes yeux bridés,
Qui disent mieux que moi ce que tu n’oses dire.
Je ne sais de toi que des images de la guerre,
Un film de Coppola, [et] des hélicoptères en colère...
Un jour, j’irai là bas, un jour dire bonjour à ton âme.
Un jour, j’irai là bas [pour] te dire bonjour, Vietnam.
Racontes moi ma couleur, mes cheveux et mes petits pieds,
Qui me portent depuis que je suis née.
Racontes moi ta maison, ta rue, racontes moi cet inconnu,
Les marchés flottants et les sampans de bois.
Je ne connais de mon pays que des photos de la guerre,
Un film de Coppola, [et] des hélicoptères en colère...
Un jour, j’irai là bas, un jour dire bonjour à mon âme.
Un jour, j’irai la bas [pour] te dire bonjour, Vietnam.
Les temples et les Bouddhas de pierre pour mes pères,
Les femmes courbées dans les rizières pour mes mères,
Dans la prière, dans la lumière, revoir mes frères,
Toucher mon âme, mes racines, ma terre...
Un jour, j’irai là bas, un jour, dire bonjour à mon âme.
Un jour, j’irai là bas [pour]
Te dire bonjour, Vietnam.








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