The Land of the Vietnamese
The Land of the Vietnamese
Should all the leaves fall off the trees
So scorched from bombs and poisoned water
Should not a single Vietnamese
Remain alive from cruel manslaughter
The elephants will rage and roar
And wage against all the Yanks at war
And wage against all the Yanks at war
Should all the elephants be killed
And all the fields be ruined to pieces
Yet life in Vietnam can be steeled
Again will rise some living species
The leeches, ants and buzzing bees
To sting the Yanks for the Vietnamese
To sting the Yanks for the Vietnamese
The birds and fish will kick and bite
All those who came to kill and murder
The snakes will hiss from morn till night
And then more bees will come up further
The animals will keep their ranks
Until they drive all away the Yanks
Until they drive all away the Yanks
Should all the beasts become extinct
The grass, the reeds will grow up tougher
And by the nature of instinct
Will crush the Yanks for those who suffer
You cannot slash and have the breeze
Not split the land of the Vietnamese
Not split the land of the Vietnamese
You cannot slash and have the breeze
Not split the land of the Vietnamese
Not split the land of the Vietnamese
- Artist:Coordinates Of Death (OST)