Let Our Children Grow in a Healthy Environment (Part 6 of 6) July 18-19, 2013, France

“It’s ‘Country Child.’ Riding a buffalo, waving a reed flag, and crooning a carefree song Enjoying myself but not neglecting to study Sitting on a breezy hill, following the singing of the rice plants, I can spell very fast. The evening lingers in sounds of flying kites On the remote levee, walking back home I recite the alphabet. Bring the buffalo back to his pen Carry the water, and I’ll be done! Oh, roasted sweet potatoes are better than gold! Oh, buffalo, let us plow together and transplant seedlings This rice field (Pause a little bit.) and that grass hill belong to the country people. This rice field and that grass hill belong to the country people. Âu Lạc’s country children are young buds, fresh and fine They are the strength that builds our country into wealth and vigor always. A golden color fills the rice fields, when the sun ascends on the horizon. Children are growing up to safeguard their homeland and garden. Life’s peaceful; the rice harvest will come soon Plenty of buffaloes are eating fragrant grass in the abundant field. I’m only a child not older than ten but I’m not weak. Dad and Mom adore me because I’m hardworking. I love the life of a young man, that of a heroic soldier. They are the strength that builds our country into wealth and vigor always.” “It’s a beautiful song. ‘In the springtime, I am in love with you. And then I see mountain and hills are so, so vast.’ Yeah? Right. And then ‘because I love you, everything becomes spring.’ Something. But I cannot really translate it. It’s too beautiful. It’s not in a mundane language. This is really a celestial song. So beautiful. I love that song so much. I really do. More than ‘Diễm of the Past,’ more than any other songs. It is not wailing, whining. It’s just talking very light. The love is so, so easy. Even though it’s not very happy, but it’s very easy. It’s just soaring like birds on the cloud. It’s no whining, complaining, nothing. It’s just love as it is. No blaming, no sorry, no regrets, nothing. It’s so beautifully expressed. In the springtime, I am in love with you. Mountain and hills are vast. The lake sparkled like a thousand golden wings. When I love you, everything becomes spring. Waiting for autumn, to wither. A flock of birds by the river flapping wings every evening A person sitting by the shore recalls the past The earth grew gloomy, the days were long and desolate. And then you came, I saw flags everywhere dancing. Looking around, mountains and hills were singing Waiting for sunset, to leave. Footsteps treaded far, memories returned. Every night the wind whistled softly. The earth grew gloomy, the days were long and desolate. And then you came, I saw flags everywhere dancing. Looking around, mountains and hills were singing I can do it, my God! Waiting for the sunset, to leave. Footsteps treaded far, memories returned Every night the wind whistled softly.”