GLUE ! (PROD. SAINTGABRIEL)

Me And My Drank

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LIL LANO x TRIPPIE BOI x LUIS - GEFÜHLE

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The song is performed by the voice of poet Nguyen Duy.
Nguyen Duy's real name is Nguyen Duy Nhue, born on December 7, 1948 in Dong Ve commune, Dong Son district, Thanh Hoa. In 1966 he enlisted in the army, becoming a line soldier for the information army. Nguyen Duy had participated in fighting for many years on the battlefields of Khe Sanh, Duong 9 - South Laos, and later the Southern Front and the Northern Front (1979).

From afar ... Homeland!

Opposite the lamp
White paper page by light

Hemisphere northern night white crop
whoever hides behind me

Remind myself to look calmly at home
far away
mountains and rivers
and strata cracks

Close your eyes and look
chasms
love and pain
writhing heroic

Wherever you are, Fatherland is in your heart
Border columns close from quotient to memory

*

The white light is hot on the eyes
anyone behind me lurked like a ghost

Who?
silent

Who?
shadow!

A ...
Hello, helpless hero
bloody black bruises sprawled on the floor

Well then, I come back
chatting with the shadow of gore

*

There was a time when I loved singing chants
Sincere and passionate
I am myself and I am still addicted to me

Yes - there was a great time
majestic great pain majestic bloody bone
The eyes of the dead do not close

Yes - an undeniable time
all goes well - forbidden to swim upstream

The fake idol sizzled the fat onion
heartburn tickles the heart

*

I've been through the war
torment ceaselessly rubbed her heels
throbbing every step

In the post war period, we were still an insider
The country is fertile, why so beggars?

Who?
nobody

Black bruises punched the chest

*

Land of love
Why so many wounded soldiers looking for food of all kinds
wooden crutches pitting the village road surface

The martyr's mother called me to the grave to sue
ma am ambush ambassador

Who?
nobody

An ugly black bruise raised his hand

*

How compassionate country so much ghost
ghost - pimp - ghost - ghost ...
the devil entered the city wriggling

Magical night
The hair on the back of his neck felt wide open
Whoever's eyes were cold, cold, burning

Who?
nobody

Black bruises face up to the sky

*

Sacred Land
How real is the temple temple cooperative store
hit the prison blind town stripped of both gods

Paper torn margins
Buddha image crying faith in touch
Good - Evil ambiguous
Justice floating

Who?
nobody

Meditation bruises

*

Smart Land
So real, so uneducated children
many schools are ragged to mourning

Childhood buckled tears and tears
Childhood bent back on the bicycle pump
Childhood flies like a crossroads

Blindfolded, goats and goats also touch prodigies
Open his eyes ... the shadow of talent

Who?
nobody

Black bruises bowed silently
....

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