She's not from here ! Elle est d'ailleurs a best version for Vietnamese.

Em xa nghìn trùng ( Viết Lãm )

She is also ( She's not from here ) Hervé Deboreaux

She has these lights deep in her eyes

Who make you blind or in love

She has gestures of perfume

Who make you stupid or like a dog

And so far away in his heart

For me it's sure, she is also

She has these ways of saying nothing

Who speak at the end of memories

This way of crossing

When she goes to the butcher

When she reaches my height

For me it's sure, she is also

And I fell into slavery

Of this smile, of this face

And I say to him: take me

And I'm ready for any wake

Towards other places, other shores

But she passes and doesn't answer

Words to her are worthless

For me it's sure, she is also

She has these long lacemaker hands

To damn the soul of a Vermeer

This Venetian silhouette

When she leans at her shutters

I know this gesture by heart

For me it's sure, she is also

And I fell into slavery

Of this smile, of this face

And I say to him: take me

And I'm ready for any wake

Towards other places, other shores

But she passes and doesn't answer

Love for her is worthless

For me it's sure, she is also

And I fell into slavery

Of this smile, of this face

And I say to him: take me

And I'm ready for any wake

Towards other places, other shores

But she passes and doesn't answer