Cyclo (1995) - Tran Anh Hung
Nameless river, I was born sobbing,
blue sky, vast earth, black stream water
I grow with the months, the years,
with no one to watch over me
Nameless is a man. Nameless is the river
Colourless the flower
Perfume, without a voice.
O, river! O, passer-by!
In the closed cycle, of the months, the years
I can’t forget my debt to my roots
And i wander through the worlds
Towards my land….