Bouts of rain drop on people’s heads
Wetness that changes lives
Lots of folks don’t know where to take refuge
April floods the streets
Wash millions of people to the sea
Draw them into inconsiderate wars
The revolution of puberty
Breaks one’s voice, recalcitrance abounds
Lines of misery appear on one’s face
Turning in national scars
Bùi Chát [Bùi Quang Viễn] (Born 1979) Vietnam
Translated by Lê Đình Nhất-Lang
Source: Jacket2
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