2021.05.21.
Song of a Vietnamese Friend
When Nguyen arrived at the Russian city,With love he looked at everything around him,
I could hardly find words to say,
Remembering to start with the word 'friend'.
Chorus.
Fly, sing, under the skies of our countries,
To Moscow in the north and to Hanoi in the south.
You say in Vietnamese: 'bạn',
In Russian, I'll reply: 'friend'.
Everyone loved Nguyen like a brother,
I liked him for his rigour.
With the tenacity of a worker and a soldier,
He studied Russian with his friends.
Chorus.
He shared his dreams and bread with us,
He learned his friends' language perfectly,
And only at the station at departure time
Did he forget all words out of excitement.
Chorus.