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قراءة المزيد
Once upon a time, as the legend goes Once upon a time, as the legend goes, we were brothers and sisters of the same parents when the world was still forming Fifty children traversed the hills A hundred eggs thus transformed into a hundred children of the same lineage building highland villages and houses on stilts Fifty children along the Trường Sơn range From north to south, they traveled clearing waterways and reclaiming paddies, clearing waterways and reclaiming paddies. Fifty children traversed the hills They climbed mountains to open fields, building highland villages and houses on stilts building highland villages and houses on stilts Today the forest meets with the clouds. Leaves revisit the mountain. Hand in hand, we gather here. Sing with glee, O ethnic minorities and majorities. Brothers and sisters on the same land We’re all from the same family Let us sound the cymbals and gongs How they echo above thatched huts beyond bamboo roofs to the deepest woods beyond bamboo roofs to the deepest woods Antelopes and ancient monkeys Blooming foliage and herd of deer All enchanted by the gong music. […]
