The Greatest Motherland in the wake of the day wrath, three hundred years we have been kept in the sea of poverty.
We have no life for your son in the storm of pain; it's the heart of the Philippines and you're not all our Mother.
With both Mother you do not have any.the spoil of the child: suffering and pain; when you have trouble crying,
Your medication is painful.
Tagalogs are tightening, sliced in rebound, buttocks, and blows, very hard as a beast;t his is it, Mother, are you raising?
You are thrown into the sea; shot, poisoned, when we were destroyed. In our Tagalog, is it a judgment That is compassionate, to every one of us? We endure to death; dead body inevitably does not stop, so as to fall into the graves,
the bone is boring and the flesh is deluded.
It has no heritage of the Philippines to be spoiled for Mother but it is hard; cold is going forward, the patent is scattered,
A snare in our minds, along with a commandment order, there was an Albin-we was, even one light has never been seen. The land and living habitat, fields, and water extensively, as well as plants, for uncle sam, enjoy it and get a taxed from it.
In addition to these, others, do not say, Or uncle sam we all follow up with breath, Tagalog is still a bad guy.
You, O Mother, have negligent, we are not anywhere in the world, Prepare, Mother, to be fun to wipe out many corpses.
Today's story is about to explode.the barracks and the like are thunder, the secretion of blood flow of their bullets to make them feel good. You do not need mercy anymore of Tagalogs, Or Motherland, Our paradise will be destroyed,
You're the only one who's betraying us.
The railing was on the Motherland.
Hanging, exulting in greed,
People's tax, robbed
They are mercilessly oppressed.
My compatriots struggle hard
In the prison, his destination.
Grief comes, no justice,
Ends in dark misfortune.
Spectacularly, they shout,
Gold and silver seem to be raging.
There is so much fear, weeping
Die, they're no defenceless.
Staff of the Supreme,
Motivates the wrong habit.
O our beloved hometown
Absolutely, knowing is death.
When does the right cry?
Until the son of the people is exhausted?
Pray for the heavens,
He was brought to his knees.
Their people turned their backs,
Own blood, punished.
How long will it be?
Is he or are we the one who is guilty?
Goodbye Mother, this Philippines, goodbye Mother, this is hard, goodbye, goodbye, mother of mercy, goodbye now, end call. Love for my Homeland
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