Sino Ang Baliw [English translation]

The glad lunatic, boasted his wealth

Because he said he owns the sun and also the moon

There's one where in wealth lays down on money

But the golden trunk's purely contained with sin

The lunatic refers to songs without meaning

Your head would shake, calling him foolish

There's one who isn't crazed, knowing a different song

To be praying all day, but a liar anyway

Who's glorious? Who's the true lunatic?

Who's lucky? Who's calling for mercy?

Are they the ones born without deficient thinking

Oh, the mind is sufficient, but in love is lacking

What he solely wears are very ragged clothes

That sympathizes to his very torn mind

There is a young adorned man, with pure diamonds and jewels

But when they're taken off his skin's in a snakelike color

Who's glorious? Who's the true lunatic?

Who's lucky? Who's calling for mercy?

Are they the ones born without deficient thinking

Oh, the mind is sufficient, but in love is lacking

Who's glorious? Who's the lunatic?

You're such a glorious lunatic

In his actions and movements, we are in awe

In our eyes, he's just solely crazed

But if we are to be judged at once

In the eyes of God, he's beyond holy

Who's glorious? Who's the true lunatic?

Who's lucky? Who's calling for mercy?

Are they the ones born without deficient thinking

Oh, the mind is sufficient

So who, who?

Who?