Hey, shop owner lady, give us some more chairs.

We’ll sit here under the old pine tree.

These old pine trees remind us of a lot of memories

after over forty years of changing skins and leaves.

Like you and me, we have changed our residences many times.

But we still long for the faraway mount’n ranges,

running across Chư Pao to the Virgin Mother’s hill.

Standing from Dragon Chin, one can see the Plieme’s top.

I remembered walking on the dry, cracked paved roads

that were stained with the blood of my fellow brothers.

Let’s drink – don’t grieve over the past.

Each drop of coffee is bitter, but still tastes great,

like the past months and years – very sad, but also beautiful.

We were zealous even in our unhappiness.

Since I started on the harsh journey,

I’d met and seen a lot of sufferings.

My heart broken many times with the pains of loss...

Drink it up, the coffee’s getting tasteless.

Night’s coming and it’s getting cold.

Let’s keep both the sad and happy memories of those days

as gifts to our children.

Oh. Goodbye Young Shop Owner Lady,

“Miss Pleiku with red cheeks and rosy lips.”