Dinh-hung, Juglar

(chamarrita)

I'll tell you a story
Bitter or more.
I sing it for that
And what the hell.

It was van-ding, the village
There in Vietnam.
It was, I say, a school,
I say no more.

They came through the air,
Deadly flight.
Only a notebook remained,
I say no more.

He signed his poems
'dinh-hung, juglar'.
He was thirteen years old,
Had no more.

And that's one of many
There in Vietnam.
Now forget, if you can,
Forget it.