Magsasampung taon na kitang mahal, mahal.
(I've been in love with you for almost ten years, love)
Ang tigas na siguro ng mga binti mo kakatakbo mo sa isipan ko.
(You're thigh muscles toughened bec you always run on my mind)
Pero mas masaya sana kung alam mo, mahal, na mahal kita.
(But I could be happier, love, if you just know that i love you.)
Pero di pa, di ko pa kayang sabihin sayo, baka siguro balang araw, kapag lahat ay huli na.
(But no, i still cant tell you, maybe someday, someday when its all too late.)

I saw a man earlier,
His sun seems to be brighter.
I saw a man earlier,
His sun seems to be bitter.

As I walk past these corridors
I saw one man without any remorse.
As I walk my way home,
I saw one king giving up his throne.

I talked to the splendor of miss half moon,
She told me that everything is completely out of tune.
I conversed with the exuberance of younger new moon,
She said that this will all end soon.

The old, mighty, former king discoursed something.
It is simply about nothing, but it tackles almost everything.
I found myself in front of a thing they call mirror.
Thinking on how to escape this inevitable terror.

In a pew, I sat down and thought of my crown.
Alas! I cant flaw my frown, with few tears I saw myself drown.
Aspirations became bubbles, popped and filled with troubles.
Fantasy became fantasy along with my former reality.

I saw a man so priestly, sent by the divine entity.
"I can sense a bit of despair, my son." said the man.
"It is something irreparable." there i cried, then i ran.
The former king wandered, his thoughts ridiculously shuffled.

He was out of his mind when he found his self on a cliff.
His mind can't just overcome his lost and his acquired grief.
He renounced everything, including his belief,
Then there he jumped, half-witty, half crazy, off the infamous cliff.

If life, at last, would set me free,
I wish to hear again the ring of bells.
For they're the ones who remind me,
Of our forgotten vows and wishes to tell.

Nothing will ever compare to my little Nightingale
Neither the prettiest lady nor the sexiest female.
For she bailed me out of my miserable tale
In a sea of pure pain and agony where I usually sail.

My little Nightingale is always busy
Caring for other people’s sickness, curing for other’s misery.
Helping weak people stand, making the babies a nursery,
Reaching for the poor people’s hand, and taking out my insanity.

But my little Nightingale knows nothing about this
For she loves to work in anonymity, and a place in peace.
But my beloved Nightingale knows nothing about this
For she captured my heart, this perfectly deity-like miss.

My little Nightingale knows not one single thing.
‘Tis the feeling I feel inside, ‘tis the desire I always hide.
That I want to see her dressed in full white, marching at the center of an aisle,
With the priest commanding me, “ You may now kiss your bride!”