Look not into her eyes with longing.
Still, he listened to nothing...

May is celebrated again in Malabon,
were the infamous Bayluhan is on...

It's true, he won.
It's over, she's happy so...

Last candle light
He slowly pushed open the wooden door...

Different birds were on the branches,
Every tree in their path is lined up...

patches of sunlight
often pours down the holes...

If I was a man,
I'll be mother's favorite...

Fly little bird fly
spread your wings and soar high...

I found endless youth.
However, the sun burns my skin...

Mary lost herself.
Her wisdom goes round and round...

Sweetheart, please hold me,
hold me tight for I might fall...

the balsa slowly
drifted away from the shore...