Quê nhà bất hạnh The unhappy homeland

Our human has a very unhappy homeland - a world that is magical every day Each pool of sorrowful blood piled up, each cry has piled up, each hunger and thirst has piled up Hungry children in Africa and many other places But my heart is a sea of wonderful fantasy crystals Not all the fruits of humanity yet I go back to writing poetry, writing music and singing, and then drawing pictures of sadness Life asks if we are happy or sad What's there to ask? When the trail of life is still covered with the blood of living beings Smelly corpses Who passed through the human world? Don't look back! What a despicable inn! There is also fun, very little and little like the desert region Sadness stretches out the sea clamoring The waves, the storm and the pain The hurricanes never end Oh, tears haven't turned into arctic ice Why haven't you turned me into mindless pebbles? Let one day we don't know life Because every time I come to life, there are many painful songs If tomorrow could turn back time Ask for a childhood ticket and wish all innocent humanity Both childish and honest humanity Let the Heaven stay in me But then the devil is a monster What's wrong with living in a human place? How much better than lose, how horrible killing Life ends with a shot and it's so simple! I will return empty-handed and quietly The eyes do not see, the body turns to the Heaven Because the world is spreading mourning carpets Who planted the long and hard days Oh, the pain of the body, the damnation of the soul dreaming! I don't regret the world now, never mind how you dance.