The pioneer went towards the sea.
Hoang Sa sun still aches for the golden sand
The land keeper from a thousand years ago
The wind of Truong Sa blows since the beginning of time
The majestic waves of Bach Dang River
Yen Tu Mountain turns into thousands of wooden stakes
Waves drown many dreams of invasion
The general's proclamation still resounds on the waves
For thousands of years, never bowed to slavery
The lost bird flies on the bronze drum aspiration
Mother is still waiting at the end of the mountain and the end of the sea
The war is over, will you come back, mother?
Son follows father to protect the East Sea
The sea is mother and we are the waves
When the country faces storms
The whole sea waves build a wall for thousands of miles
I go to the sea to bring your love to the island
The day of parting, only the waves follow
Waves of longing and pain in the storm
I return to my loyal motherland
Red soil of a thousand years of battle
Layers of people like waves covering
On the three thousand kilometer sea strip
Hope the country is peaceful
The shape of the country is like a dugout canoe.
To anchor on the banks of the Red River
The shape of the country is like a familiar ship.
Flowing with the waves of the Mekong Delta
If the land of folk songs does not see the sea
The roof of the village communal house retains the shape of a curved boat's bow.
She wears a silk camisole and has bare feet, longing to be naked in the waves.
Where is the sea, I thirst for the sea
If Vietnam is heartbroken with longing for the sea
Truong Sa waves hope to build rocks to mend the sky
Hoang Sa rain, boat shadow in the wandering land
Still looking forward to my motherland Vietnam.
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