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NGƯỜI DỊCH: BICH NGA
SINGING IN THE GOLDEN MOONLIGHT
NGUYEN ANH NONG
I go looking for myself in the tender autumn air
It’s not winter but why the fog is blurred?
I’m just the moon which is full then, crescent.
I’m just a drunk man who is day-dreaming.
Now I’m the one that come late
Who do you, a beautiful girl, break a promise with?
You’re so young, so vain, so silly.
Are you sincere with a lonesome heart?
Then, that’s it, oh my god, that’s it,
I have to bring with me drops of sorrow, drops of happiness
I’m just the dirt that is dreaming the miracle
that I used to have and then I let it go.
Then, the night comes, giving its warm to homes
The curtains fall down, begins the passionate love…
I’m just a lonely cricket,
living alone by the earth grass in the golden moonlight.
It seems my eyes, my eyelashes and my hair are all wet
by the autumn – the world of tears and dews.
Dịch tháng 8 năm 2009