May comes, the lotus scent of Uncle Ho's hometown
The moon tilts and reflects on the thatched roof
The rhythm of the hammock and the lullaby of mother
Imbued with the soul of the homeland.

The day Uncle Ho left brought many ideals
National pain is imprinted in every step
The heart embraces the soul of the Fatherland
Quietly "finding the shape of water" among the five continents.
The day I returned, the lotus flowers were just blooming
The old well reflects the figure of the returning person
Mother's tears turned into dew falling on her shirt
The Nam Dan sunshine warms the whole country road.
You are there in every history book.
In the red flag in the middle of the capital
That heart never rests
Close your eyes and still wake up with your homeland.
Source: https://baogialai.com.vn/thang-nam-nho-nguoi-post323702.html
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