“Since the time I brought the sword to open the world
Huynh Van Nghe
Thousands of years of longing for the land of Thang Long…"
Heaven watches – earth watches
The wine Van Village pours is clear to the eye
Sometimes the corner of the sea and the horizon
Hanoi people drink wine when they are away from home
A glass of – yes, a pot of Son Khe
The sun is as hot as the capital's summer afternoon sun
The gentle breeze of Tay Ho
Tran Quoc is floating in a misty mist
Two glasses – drunk from Hoan Kiem Lake
The divine sword shines amidst the dusk of the poplar
Thousands of years in the rhythm of vibrating drums
The color of the dragon flies between Thang Long – Ha Thanh
Three glasses – green cloudy wine
Is it sad that I'm freezing Loa Thanh?
The rocks are worn with pale moss, showing signs of the past
Thin pages of ancient poetry make the wind joke and get drunk…
Van Village Wine is poured from hand to hand
Dreams overflowing, sloping day and night
Drunk and want to get drunker
What's the price for one night of Hong Ha?
Thai Anh