Morning Coffee

Many mornings when I sit alone in front of my computer with a cup of coffee, my mind wanders to mornings of distant past. I'm often drifted along the sentiment of a song by Phu Quang - Catinat Cafe Sang. The coffee that I drink in the U.S. is not as black or as dense or as bitter as Vietnamese coffee described in the song, but here I am sitting alone, stiring my coffee, diluting my time. I like the beautiful lyrics and melancholy in many of Phu Quang's songs. I like morning coffee and Catinat Cafe Sang. So here it is with my English translation. Enjoy!

You can share your feelings and emotions about songs, morning coffee, evening coffee, fruit juice or smoothie (I know in Vietnam, we, girls, go to coffee shops to drink fruit juice or smoothie instead of coffee) ... I'll share more about coffee sold and drunk here as well.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsdRHXKrfbE

Những gương mặt lạ quen Những giọt cà phê đen đặc Anh ngồi một mình quấy loãng thời gian Buổi sáng muốn gọi em Nắng vẫn còn mê ngủ Buổi sáng muốn gọi em Gió lạnh lẽo chối từ Sáng nay ngồi một mình Với nỗi buồn xa vắng Từng giọt từng giọt đắng Anh uống cạn lạ quen Sáng nay ngồi một mình Khói thuốc nhòe mi mắt Từng giọt từng giọt đắng Anh uống cạn lạ quen

Among familiar and strange faces With black, dense coffee drops I sit alone, diluting time I want to invite the sunlight in Sunlight is still dreaming in her sleep I want to invite the wind over The wind coldly turns me down Sitting alone this morning With vague melancholy Bitter drop by bitter drop I drink up familiarity and strangeness Sitting alone this morning With eye-tearing cigarette smoke Bitter drop by bitter drop I drink up ­familiarity and strangeness