I look back to see if I can see you again
Hanoi, Hanoi, I remember you
Your face, your smells, your water-channels
I watch you pass me – I am there
Hanoi, Hanoi, you keep hold of me
Your typhoons weep
Your heros die
The rain pours down
I listen to the sounds which
Re-echo around the lake
The waves of motor-cyclettes
Who is this other being ?
Your heart which sounds its horn
Under your crouching-down look
Around the lake it’s like
A world which seethes (bubbles up)
In front of me a picture
Lovers who doubt themselves
And my voice hums
I will see you again
The the humid heat on the pavements
Hanoi, Hanoi, you make me see
Your smile, your street life, your colours
Under the jungle of electric wires I lose my way
Hanoi, Hanoi, I belong to you
On the green water surface your puppets
Dance a different life
I listen to the sounds which
Re-echo around the lake
The waves of motor-cyclettes
Who is this other being ?
Your heart which sounds its horn
Under your crouching-down look
Around the lake it’s like
A world which seethes (bubbles up)
In front of me a picture
Lovers who doubt themselves
And my voice hums
I will see you again
I look back to see if I can see you again
Hanoi, Hanoi, so far from me
The bicycle, the queen of the night*, and me in Paris
Hanoi, Hanoi
*Epiphyllum oxypetalum, white flower that only blooms in the night, found in Vietnam