ដួងព្រលឹង

The coconut tree grows low to the river's mouth, it is the source of my soul and my love. _The coconut tree grows low to the river's mouth, it is the source of my soul and my love. _The coconut tree, oh, the coconut tree, don't be dirty. _Help me remember, remember the story of love.

The souls of our ancestors stand guard over the stone temples.

May the Khmer nation shine like the moon,Still a soul.

The Khmer soul is not extinguished.

Angkor Wat is a soul, a legacy from our ancestors.

Soul in my vass, got the power from the west

May the soul of my ancestors bless this song to have “baramey” (Ancient Spiritual Power)

May the holy spirit of my ancestors bless this song like a magical spell.

Go out and fined that treasure then bury it deep in your soul One day we success, play hard to your desire!

My nation has a soul.

We are the pillars of the soul and the breath