My country is so strange, my dear.

Feelings of love, sadness, surprise, and strangeness

I haven't finished writing yet.

There is much more, my colleagues, much more.

Please write it down so we can remember together.

Our country is so funny, baby.

Bare feet, bamboo sticks, wooden stakes

Bicycle, straw hat, conical hat, crowbar

Stop the enemy, regain the country

My country is very strange, my dear.

Many mothers send their children to the front line.

Dismantle the house to pave the road for each trip

Not a pound of rice is missing, not a soldier is missing.

My country has boys

Do not regret spending youth on the way to fight the enemy

Everyone regrets their twenties, what is left of the Fatherland?

From North to South, To Thi is very much

I love my country so much

Many natural and man-made disasters

We harm ourselves in every meal we eat.

There are still many people who are indifferent to the people.

My country is in so much pain, my dear.

I have seen deformed people

Agent Orange kills the living

Distant dreams kill near desires

The sea is now stormy, my dear.

Push the wave into the heart of the nation

Let's build the magic crossbow together

To please the people, must return to one root

My country is so sad, my dear.

The innocent students asked in confusion.

Where will our country go?

We don't know, how would they know?

There are so many strange and sad things

Everyone knows, and we must know.

Where is the country, what do we do, what do we expect?

The answer is mine alone.

* “But if everyone regrets their twenties, what is left of the Fatherland?” Poem by Thanh Thao