Tell me all about this name, that is difficult to say. 
It was given me the day I was born. 

Want to know about the stories of the empire of old. 
My eyes say more of me than what you dare to say. 

All I know of you is all the sights of war. 
A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar. 

One day I'll touch your soil. 
One day I'll finally know my soul. 
One day I'll come to you. 
To say hello... Vietnam. 

Tell me all about my color, my hair and my little feet 
That have carried me every mile of the way. 

Want to see your houses, your streets. Show me all I do not know. 
Wooden sampans, floating markets, light of gold. 

All I know of you is all the sights of war. 
A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar. 
One day I'll walk your soil. 
One day I'll finally know my soul. 
One day I'll come to you. 
To say hello... Vietnam. 

And Buddhas made of stone watch over me 
My dreams they lead me through the fields of rice 
In prayer, in the light...I see my skin 
I touch my tree, my roots,my begin 

One day I'll walk your soil. 
One day I'll finally know my soul. 
One day I'll come to you. 
To say hello... Vietnam. 

One day I'll walk your soil 
One day I'll finally know my soul 
One day I'll come to you 
To say hello...Vietnam 
To say hello...Vietnam 
To say xin chào... Vietnam