Bài hát East Báo Lỗi

I travel from the west…and enter eastern land.
A place of aging history…and of iron hands.

I’m looked upon with question…as to why I’m here.
But welcomed by a karma…that is warm & pure.

Pray…I’m offered a stay.
Planting seeds of new days.
And show this world a western-way.
And live a life of blessed aim.
I’ll make the east a claim.

Please…g ra what I need.
Touch and taste what I’ve seen.
Prove just what I want to be.
Pay the price of roaming free.
My west is pointing…East.

Forbidd in the past…but now an open door.
With youth embracing all…who honor those before.

A place that’s full of fruit and silk and gold to bear.
And family-bond resides…above all other cares.

Pray…I’m offered a stay.
Planting seeds of new days.
And show this world a western-way.
And live a life of blessed aim.
I’ll make the east a claim.

Please…g ra what I need.
Touch and taste what’s I’ve seen.
Prove just what I want to be.
Pay the price of roaming free.
My west is pointing...East.