Madre

Mother, on your day
We never stop sending you our love.
Mother, on your day
With our lives we build your song.
Mother, may your nostalgia turn into the fiercest hatred.
Mother, we need your rice.
Mother, don't be sad anymore, spring will return,
Mother, with the word freedom.

Mother, those of us who are not here to sing you this song,
Mother, remember it was for your love.

Mother, on your day
Motherland and Mother Revolution,
Mother, on your day
Your boys sweep mines in Haiphong.