We stand here under the flag of our homeland.
The April wind brings the vibrant colors of fluttering flags.
Our ancestors' blood has preserved every inch of this land.
Weaving the vibrant red colors of the flag amidst the dawn.

From the Mekong River, the surging waves of a mother's heart
To the Trường Sơn mountains, burning with fire, the footprints of my father.
From Dien Bien Phu , Saigon resounded with shockwaves.
An indomitable Vietnam. Blood and flowers.
Motherland, where are the footprints of those who pioneered this land?
Still deeply ingrained through the long months and years.
Some soldiers have become like mountains and rivers.
With unwavering determination, we will make our country flourish.
A bright red flag, a dazzling golden star.
Millions of hearts sing a triumphant song.
My homeland is sacred on Independence Day.
Oh Vietnam! The marching song will forever resound.
Source: https://baogialai.com.vn/tho-lenguyen-to-quoc-trong-tim-post321012.html






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