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The Road-building girls

Author: Cẩm Ly
Performed by the Chorus Group of The 7th Military Zone of Vietnam

Under the midnight with sparkling stars
Whose singing is vibrating through the tree ?
Is that you, the Road Building Girl ?
Face can't be seen but voice is heard clearly
Oh the little girls are building our roads
How old are you that you have such majestic strength ?

You go to the forest, the trees make way for you
You go to the mountains, the mounts bow their head
You go building the bridges and roads
That the supply truck going to the frontline
For the love to our dearest Motherland.

The village ladies are fighting for the Motherland
The youthful hairs are blooming at full moon age
The road is built with your bare hands
And obstaces retreats under your footsteps
Are you hearing the calls from the frontline ?
Our whole nation is marching to liberate the South

Uncle Hồ's word is shining in your heart
Like the brimming star is shining the forest
Guiding you to pave the supply road
Built by the heroic efforts
On our beloved Motherland

The night is late and the dew is heavy
But your singing is still vibrating
Regardless of bombardments, regardless of strikes
You still keep building our supply road
Oh how beloved ! Our road-building girls !
All the blooming flowers none matchs your beauty !

You clear the mountains, you open the forest
Like the endless flowing river stream
You are marching on the heroic path
Following the footsteps of our ancestors
Contributing to our final victory !

Chant of the artillery hauling

Author: Hoàng Vân (1954)
In commemoration of the Viet Minh cannoneers during the Battle of Dien Bien Phu

Yo, heave ho ! We haul the cannons over the hills
Yo, heave ho ! We haul the cannons over the mountains
The treacherous mountain slope
Cannot match our determination
The abyssal deep valley
Cannot match our vengeance
We haul our cannons
And the enemy corpses will lie in heaps.

One ! Two ! Three !
Yo, heave ho ! We haul the cannons over the hills
Yo, heave ho ! We haul the cannons over the mountains

The junglefow is crowing, must hasten our work
The cannons must pass, before the sun rises
Almost there ! Just once more !
Our shirt is dampen with sweat and night dew.
We reach the destination, comrade cannoneers !
How glorious the strength of the workingmen !
Yo heave ho our cannon is moving foward
With our determination tempered like steel

The enemy is dropping bombs, everything is burning
But our hand hold firm, we will protect the cannons
Haul the cannon to our frontline
We trust ourselves, we trust our victory.
We reach the destination, comrade cannoneers !
Tomorrow our cannon will sing loudly
Enemy bunkers will be shattered
We will shatter the enemy

We are determined to fight !
We are determined to win !
We will fight and win !

The Celestial Symphony (OST of 1986 series Journey to the West), remade in Black Myth Wukong

For East Asian people, the music is a part of their childhood memory, as iconic as how Western people perceive of Star War theme.

Can't touch me

Hands all over the Eastern border
You know what I think we're falling
From composure
Hands all over the Western culture
Ruffling feathers and turning eagles into vultures
Yeah, into vultures

Got my arms around baby brother
Put your hands away
You're gonna kill your mother, gonna kill your mother
Kill your mother
And I love her
Yeah, and I love her

Hands all over the coastal waters
The crew men thank her
Then lay down their oily blanket
Hands all over the inland forest
In a striking motion trees fall down
Like dying soldiers
Yeah, like dying soldiers

Got my arms around baby brother
Put your hands away
You're gonna kill your mother, gonna kill your mother
Kill your mother
And I love her
Yeah, and I love her
I love her

Hands all over the peasant's daughter
She's our bride
She'll never make it out alive
Hands all over the words I utter
Change them into things you want to
Like balls of clay

Put your hands away
Yeah, put your hands away
Put your hands away
You're gonna kill your mother
Gonna kill your mother
Gonna kill your mother
And I love her
And I love her
And I love her
I love her
She loves me