I am so pleased to be alive...
Although the past paths
Used to be filled with flowers and thorns
Through hot or cold
Through dangers that threaten my body
And humiliated my mind.
But I live my life and stand as I am
With love for me and other creatures!
Look up to the sky and smile to the ground
Discover people while traveling the world...
From the banks of the Mekong River
Passed by Myanma to India
From Pakistan to Russia then to Germany:
The pattern from the East to the West...
From the banks of the Mekong River
Flew across the Pacific into the USA
Crossed over the Atlantic into France
Passed Germany to Poland:
The pattern from the West to the East...
I have inhaled the air around the world!
But I live my life and stand as I am
With love for me and other creatures!
The Mariner
Crystal tears falling down my cheeks
Behind the curtain face peeks
My skin so pale with broken lips
Wait for jack-tar and daily trips
The mariner stood so great he is
My soul is jumping into bliss
His face and lips and all i miss
So great feeling cant get through this
How hard i tried to end this dream
It is harder than all it seems
My heart and soul forever scream
The thoughts of him what would it bring
He'll travel far into the north
And leave the ship into the port
No voice came out from my mouth
Cant understand what's all about
Far away in Mekong River
Standing still the pretty lover
I dont know how i can recover
Mariner's love is not forever
The White Mountains stand upright
Touching the clear blue sky
Fresh cool air for breathing
In the Freedom land for living
In contrast to the year-round green
Of my motherland's scene
Greenish Mountains in winter
On the bank of the Mekong River
Warm air dances in the prairie
In a hot sunny day
Arid smell comes across the barbed wire
To harm my mind
Relaxing under the evergreen
Viewing the heat of the summer scene.
A rice farmer with sunbaked skin,
His old sandals secure the feet
From the drought land.
He looks up to the bright sky
And down the waterless canals
The shallow of the Mekong River
Mother Nature or the face of Destiny
Deal with the fruitless harvest
Have to beg to feed the family
Like in a few recent years.
Warm air dances in the prairie
Blurs the farmer’s shape
Then he disappears in the air
I grasp and uproot the dry grass
The nostalgic dream has just passed.
Warm air dances in the prairie
In the hot sunny day.
The arid smell comes across
The barbed wire to harm my mind;
Relaxing under the evergreen,
Viewing the heat of the summer scene.
A rice farmer with sun-baked skin;
His old sandals secure the feet
From the drought.
He looks up to the bright sky
And down the waterless canal.
The shallowness of the Mekong River:
Mother Nature or the face of destiny;
Deal with the fruitless harvest;
Have to beg to feed the family
Like in a few recent years.
Warm air dances in the prairie
Blurs the farmer’s figure
Then he disappears in the air.
I grasp and uproot the dry grass:
The nostalgic dream has just passed.
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