One Morning On The NewYear in Gaza
“One Morning On The New Year in Gaza” in connection with “One Morning In Spring” composed by Trịnh Công Sơn
This song “Một Buổi sáng Mùa Xuân” (One morning in spring) was written by the most famous Vietnamese prolific anti-war composer during the Vietnam War. His songs were then and still are now my most favorite songs.
Trịnnh Công Sơn (February 28, 1939- April 1, 2001).
Sơn was the only composer who recorded the War truthfully through his musics without any political bias or propaganda to any sides. Ironically, many of his songs still have been banned by the current Vietnam regime till this day! A large part of the Vietnamese community abroad still considers this decent human being, a gifted composer, as “traitor” ! The War ended almost 50 years ago! (TheTaoOfAnarchy)
One morning in spring
Composed by Trinh Công Sơn- Piano Arranged and performed by Yoshi Imamura & Liz Kinon (click to listen)
Lyrics translated by TheTaoOfAnarchy.
One morning in spring,
A child was walking down on the field
The child stepped on a landmine,
Its corpse lost its legs.
One morning in spring,
The child’s chest was blown into pieces.
Thousands of flowers on the field
were bending down staring at its heart.
Oh! My dear innocent, your school re-opened this afternoon.
In the playground, your friends and teachers stood silently.
The lesson about love was just written on fresh new paper,
Why today, has the ink already faded away?
One morning in spring,
A child was lying silently motionless.
Its hands still held some weeds
with slender yellow flowers.
One morning in spring,
A child was lying motionless
The child's lips seemed to be asking in a whisper
If heaven exists?
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Original Vietnamese Lyrics
Một buổi sáng mùa xuân
Một đứa bé ra đồng
Đạp trái mìn nổ chậm
Xác không còn đôi chân
Một buổi sáng mùa xuân
Ngực đứa bé tan tành
Ngàn hoa đồng cỏ nội
Cúi xuống nhìn con tim
Em thơ ơi chiều nay trường học lại
Trong sân chơi bạn và thầy im lời
Bài học về yêu thương trên giấy mới
Sao hôm nay nét mực đã phai
Một buổi sáng mùa xuân
Một đứa bé yên nằm
Bàn tay cầm cỏ dại
Có hoa vàng mong manh
Một buổi sáng mùa xuân
Một đứa bé im lìm
Bờ môi dường thầm hỏi
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