A
MELODY
It
was always you with your air pensively deep,
Your
stride with hesitation on the hill steep,
Your
image glimmering through cigarette smoke,
Night
after night pity for my heart to evoke;
Always
you and myself sitting one another by
And
watching the shooting stars in the high sky.
It
was always you, honey, with that bright smile
And
myself till the war-end waiting all the while.
Let
me bring you into our dear wonders’ land
For
you forever to sing songs of sweet brand
Lulling
me into my long nostalgic night-time:
Beside
tired weapons thousands of a love rhyme.
Translation
by THANH-THANH
Khúc Du Ca= Giai-Điệu