The lord teaches me
To always
However it may never come true
But that's the best way
To live life through
the lord teaches me
To dream so high
Never give up and always try
Never let go or say goodbye
the lord teaches me
That when there is darkness
For sure dawn is the next
And when everything is so tiring
For sure there would be time to rest
the lord teaches me
To always care for a friend
Always be true and never pretend
Always pag-ibig with no end
And the broken hearts try to mend
the lord teaches me
Never to feel the hate
Always be confident and never hesitate
Always believe in fate
To always
However it may never come true
But that's the best way
To live life through
the lord teaches me
To dream so high
Never give up and always try
Never let go or say goodbye
the lord teaches me
That when there is darkness
For sure dawn is the next
And when everything is so tiring
For sure there would be time to rest
the lord teaches me
To always care for a friend
Always be true and never pretend
Always pag-ibig with no end
And the broken hearts try to mend
the lord teaches me
Never to feel the hate
Always be confident and never hesitate
Always believe in fate
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my puso with languorous
and montonous
sound.
Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;
and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.
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CHANSON D'AUTOMNE
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure.
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens,
Et je pleure.
Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
De çà, de là,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
The years have passed
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry
The damo neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines
Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may halik the ground
without having a mess of my face
There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to ilipat on
is as painful as letting go
My puso goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how
But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to
Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game
But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow or the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry
The damo neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines
Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may halik the ground
without having a mess of my face
There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to ilipat on
is as painful as letting go
My puso goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how
But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to
Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game
But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow or the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt