Song by the Gianh River

The wind is like mist, the moon is like a distant cloud.

Painting by: DO LE ANH THU

The wind was like mist.

The moon is like a cloudless sky.

Northern and Southern Vietnam

The Gianh River once divided us.

But

Suddenly I felt pity for those eyes in the late night.

Suddenly I feel sorry for the gray hair.

Suddenly I felt sorry for myself for having taken a wrong step at noon.

Suddenly I felt pity for the lonely evening.

But

The Vietnamese people a thousand years ago

The Vietnamese people a thousand years from now

Did anyone hear the crying?

In the folk songs of the rainy season?

But

Oh, Gianh River, Gianh River!

Please give me an endless stream

The sea drifts away, the streams dry up.

The shadows of people still linger.

LE THIEU NHON

Source: https://www.sggp.org.vn/khuc-hat-ben-song-gianh-post838659.html