Singing lullabies to comrades

Singing lullabies to comrades

On the day of victory, he brought his guitar back.

Tapping on the old rhythm beside your friend's silent grave.

The old guitar still retains the dust of the road.

Singing a lullaby for a fallen comrade amidst a thousand years…

Illustration: China.

The cemetery was vast, the evening breeze rustling ever so gently.

Only the melodious sound of the lute against the blue sky.

"We soldiers... now he tells the story again."

Through the song sung during the war.

"Oh, Truong Son Mountains…" the song sounds heart-wrenching.

Beside the grave, grass has covered the brown earth.

He sang "My Homeland," "Borderland Evening," and so on.

Soldiers' songs sung in the deep jungle

Those who remain carry unfulfilled dreams.

The returnee carries with him all the sorrows of the past.

He sat there, playing his guitar to lull each grave into a dream.

Calling out to old friends… beneath the hazy layer of grass.

Victory has come, the homeland is filled with light.

Your country roads are no longer covered in falling bombs.

He sings again… singing to express the words left unsaid.

Singing for those who lie buried... it never ends.

We were all there on Victory Day.

Those under the flag, those under the grass, come here.

Go and bring peace back!

For this country to be whole today.

Phuong Lan

Source: https://baobacgiang.vn/hat-ru-dong-doi-postid416767.bbg