The Stories We Tell

Episode 41

The Stories We Tell

Stories from our parents and grandparents are a sort of intergenerational game of telephone - even the ones we think we know for sure change as they are told and retold.

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Here are the Englishlyrics to the song featured in the episode:

SONG - 1975

In the beginning, the year 1975

The heaven twisted, the earth flipped

The heaven turned, the earth unraveled

The little country of Laos fell

The foundation of our nation fell apart

There was anger, anger

From common soldiers to royalty

We thought about not fleeing the country, but we could not survive if we stayed

With regrets in our hearts, with our power, we lay our weapons lay down and put them away

Crying as though we were burying our love ones in death

The year 1975

The heaven flipped, the earth twisted

The heaven unraveled, the earth turned

There was nothing left of the little country of Laos

The foundation of our nation fell apart

There was anger, anger

From common soldiers to royalty

We thought of not letting go of our country Laos

But we were scared we would die if stayed

With regrets in our hearts, with our power, we lay our weapons lay down and put them away

And cried ourselves to sleep, we cried in our dreams, waking up from those dreams, we cried

The little country of Laos fell

There was anger, anger

From royals to the rest of the nation. Those who had the money to escape the country

They had money to pay their passage on boats

They royals ran away to the other side.

There was nothing left, leaving behind countrymen and women, who did not have money to pay the passage on boats

They fled for their survival but did not make to the other side, dying the way they came...drowning in rivers, lost in the jungle, starving to death in valleys

They had no clothes or cloth to cover their bodies, no coffin lid to close on them

They gave their flesh as food for the ants to feast

My heart is tormented, there is no end to the pain and sorrow

The time of losing our country and land has been 43, but even now I am still frightened.