Hari Ng Tondo [English translation]

Even if the knife's edge is gripped

One scratch, one peck

Are the hands tinged with anger

With the life that's inherited

One wrong presumption is that the contrary is sometimes right

The king of Tondo, king of Tondo

You might be labeled as the king of Tondo

king of Tondo, king of Tondo-ohhh

You might be labeled as the king of Tondo

[Voice: "You still have milk on your lips, you already want to rule here in Tondo?"]

Sometimes in a place in Manila

A lot are happening

But the tongue is afraid

To say everything

seemingly biting

Even when you hide it you can't stop the legend that arose

Even when there are a lot of deceivers/vipers

And being free is almost not different from being in prison

In the hands of few

Abusive extortion

Everyone who resists,

no questions,

has to have their lives taken

grave, tears are proof

that even when there's no color

You have to give respect

to who is better

intestines lay across

And if you don't know anything

just bow your head

until someone decided

to oppose the flow

destroy the chain that is tying

the story that is more awesome than newly sewn pants

Let's simultaneously part the curtain of canvas cloth

Even if the knife's edge is gripped

One scratch, one peck

Are the hands tinged with anger

With the life that's inherited

One wrong presumption is that the contrary is sometimes right

The king of Tondo, king of Tondo

You might be labeled as the king of Tondo

king of Tondo, king of Tondo-ohhh

You might be labeled as the king of Tondo

[Voices: "Who told you to enter my territory? This land is ours!" "No, it's Asiong's!"]

He went down the canal that his name was called

In behalf of others, pacify next time

In the wrongdoing that seems to become right

The real ones who need are the ones who are given enjoyment

They are all afraid, Your anger is burning

Metals with red hot tin are ever-changing in the pungent wind

The pus is making you exhausted and you can't remove it like it's the hook of an arrow that's tripping

but aside from everything

is the fragrance of a lone flower

the only one who guided him back into being sane

and he would never exchange it to anyone

but the day came that he wanted to turn his back

was when it's all too late

and with the hands of a friend

the lead was inserted

blood dripped into the pants

Now, you know the story of Asiong Salonga

Even if the knife's edge is gripped

One scratch, one peck

Are the hands tinged with anger

With the life that's inherited

One wrong presumption is that the contrary is sometimes right

The king of Tondo, king of Tondo

You might be labeled as the king of Tondo

king of Tondo, king of Tondo-ohhh

You might be labeled as the king of Tondo