Phượng Buồn (Sad Flamboyant)

Age of Sorrow

The rain continued like it would never end.
Each of your sad fingers,
Carried you to the cathedral.
On a mournful Sunday,
Was there anyone left there?
A bouquet of roses adorned your soft hair.
Oh! How long the road was! A gentle lullaby,
Hummed for thousands and thousands of years,
To give you solace in your passion, solace in your passion.

The clouds drifted by like they would never end.
Your flowing hair,
Billowed briskly like a stream of sorrow.
On a mournful Sunday,
Was there anyone left there?
A bouquet of roses was buried in your hands.
Oh! How long the road was! A gentle lullaby,
Hummed for thousands and thousands of years,
To give you solace in your grief, solace in your grief.

The rain continued to pour down, pour down.
Each of your thin fingers like long icicles,
Carried you into the empty days of your sorrowful age.

The rain continued to fall down, fall down.
Each pink cloud resting on your slender shoulders,
Blew away like leaves into the horizon of your sorrowful age.

The rain continued like it would never end.
Each of your bare heels,
Have already forgotten.
Oh! the cathedral.
On a mournful Sunday,
Was there anyone left there?
A bouquet of roses withered on your lips.
How thin and long your fingers were! A gentle lullaby,
Hummed for thousands and thousands of years,
To give you solace in your agony, solace in your betrayal,
Solace in your agony, solace in your betrayal.

Đặng Hoàng Lan Translated From The Song “Tuổi đá buồn” Of Trịnh Công Sơn.

Tuổi Đá Buồn (Age of Sorrow)

En hommage de notre Jacques Brel
In memory of Belgian singer Jacques Brel

Il Pleut Sur Bruxelles

Tsugunai （つぐない - Atonement)

Original Singer: Teresa Teng

The western sun shines through the window,
As your scent still lingers in the house
Living by myself, I can’t help but think of,
The remaining scars on the wall.

I want to repay the love before our goodbyes
But please don’t forget me
You’re kind
You’re like a child
We’ll be strangers as of tomorrow

You still remain in my heart
But I learn to love myself and smoke less
Not being held back by our past life
For your to go and find a woman better than myself.

I want to repay the love, but it would be a heavy burden
Leave this town and start a new life somewhere else
Drinking sake by myself,
Dreaming by myself
We’ll be strangers as of tomorrow

I want to repay the love before our goodbye
But please don’t forget me
You’re so kind
You’re so like a child
We’ll be strangers as of tomorrow

Tsugunai （つぐない - Atonement)

Hãy Yêu Như Chưa Yêu Lần Nào (Love As If It Were The First Time)

Lyricist: Francis Blanche

Histoire D'Un Amour - A Story of Love

My story, it's one of love.
My complaint is one of two hearts.
A book like so many others
that could be yours
People from here or somewhere else.
 
It's the flame that ignites without burning,
It's the dream we dream without sleeping,
Like a tree that rises
Full of strength and tenderness
Toward the day that will come.
 
It's the story of an
eternal and trivial love
That brings us every day
all the good and all the bad,
Together with the time we interlace,
the time we say goodbye,
with the nights of anguish
and the wonderful mornings.
 
My story, is one we all know
The ones who love play the same, I know it.
But naive or profound (edit: ML)
It's the only song in the world
That will never end.
 
It's the story of an
eternal and trivial love
That brings us every day
all the good and all the bad,
Together with the time we interlace,
the time we say goodbye,
Together with the nights of anguish
and the wonderful mornings.
 
My story, is one we all know
The ones who love play the same, I know it.
But naive or profound,
It's the only song in the world
That will never end.

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Histoire D'Un Amour

All I Ask

Tìm Lại Giấc Mơ (Recall A Dream)

Dạ Khúc Cho Tình Nhân (Serenade For Lovers)

Pour En Arriver-Là

At What Age

Music and Lyric by Trinh Cong Son
Translation by Dang Hoang Lan

At what age do you gaze upon the afternoon’s faded leaves?
At what age do you sing and watch the clouds flying across the sky?
Your nimble fingers run through your long hair.
How many dreams are enough for your age?
At what age do you express bewilderment at the autumn wind blowing?

 
At what age do you carry the weight of the world on your frail shoulders?
At what age do you trace the path of a bird flying across the sky?
Please let your fingers be pale and delicate.
Please let your ageless soul roam alone.
At what age do you wander through this dreamy city?

 
What age do you wish to be?
At what age do we give ourselves to each other?
The blue sky is reflected in your dark eyes.
The clouds descend into melancholy raindrops.

 
What age do you wish to be?
Only the age of emptiness still remains.
Your tear-filled eyes are hidden in your hands.
Oh, what anguish!

 
At what age do you cry for eternal love?
At what age do you dream of gathering the clouds and the fog?
Please let your feet fall lightly on every ivory step.
Please let the billowing clouds spin the color of your silky dress.
At what age do you cease waiting for love?

About the Composer:  Trinh Cong Son(1939 – 2001) was a famous Vietnamese, musician, songwriter, painter and poet. Many of Trịnh's songs are love songs. Others are anti-war songs, written during and about the Vietnam War; some of them were censored by the southern Republic of Vietnam and later by the Socialist Republic of Vietnam.

Còn Tuổi Nào Cho Em (At What Age)

Miles Away

Composer and Lyrics by Pham Duy
Translation by Dang Hoang Lan

You’ve had already gone and now you’re miles away.
There are no more tears through laughter.
Let me invite you to go back in time.
Let me invite you to fill your heart with love.

As I say goodbye to our faded memories,
There will not be much suffering.
As I follow your footsteps to past miracles,
There are so many bittersweet recollections.

The withered flowers are pressed in poetic pages,
Where they will disappear like dust.
Strands of your fine cinnamon hair still smell sweet,
Blowing in the wind as it chases away the gloom.
You’ve have already gone and now you’re miles away.
There is nothing left to save you.

I want to take you back to our glorious history.
Our story has more joy than pain (edit: ML).
All the words you said, the sound of your laugh,
The stories you tell and the secrets you share,
I return them all to you and I let you go.

I return you to our flawless months and days together.
Joy and peace pave the road you travel,
Where Heaven and Earth collide.
Where the woods are silent at dawn,
Where the streets glow in the moonlight.
I return them all to you and I let you go.

I even want to take you back to our pain and bitterness.
On the day we parted, it rained softly.
Oh! Please let me send you a whisper of love.
I return my forced smile to you and I let you go.

Our love has already died and now you’re miles away.
I only have one last word to send to you.
You’re on the edge of the horizon and now you’re miles away.
As you travel along the road of life, I will pray for you.

About the composer: Pham Duy (1921 – 2013) was one of Vietnam's most prolific songwriters with a musical career that spanned more than seven decades through some of the most turbulent periods of Vietnamese history and with more than one thousand songs to his credit, he is widely considered one of the three most salient and influential figures of modern Vietnamese music, along with Van Cao and Trinh Cong Son. His music is noted for combining elements of traditional music with new methods, creating melodies that are both modern and traditional. A politically polarizing figure, his entire body of work was banned in North Vietnam during the Vietnam War and subsequently in unified Vietnam for more than 30 years until the government began to ease restrictions on some of his work upon his repatriation in 2005 (Source: Wikipedia).

Nghìn Trùng Xa Cách (Miles Away)

Dental 

Turn your face away from the garish light of day /
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light  /
And listen to the music of the night

Minh Luong

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