Results for i build a man for another woman translation from English to Tagalog

i can build a man for a another woman
i can build a man for a other woman.

isnt it sad knowing you build a man for another woman
isnt it sad knowing you build a man for another woman

i can build a woman for another man
build woman for another man

i hope i'm not building a man for another woman
i hope i'm not building a man for another man again

siguro ni build lang kita for another woman.
sgro ni build lang kita para sa ibang babae.

just look for another woman
stresst na ako masakit na ulo ko ano pa chat m sakin

looking for another woman.
mag hanap ka ng ibang babae

look for another woman, not me
kasi di ako tulad ng ibang babae ng dahil lang sa pera ay gumagwa ng kalaswaan

don't look for another woman
bahay mo yan

i build a man with someone else
i can build a man for another woman

don't trade me for another woman
di bale ng singlemom wag lang kabit

how can i build a bad time
sa magagandang panahon at masasamang panahon hindi nila ako iniiwan

i hope you can find a man for you
sana makahanap ka na ng tamang lalaking para sayo

i don't need a man for fake love
walang oras para sa pekeng pag - ibig at tunay na pag - ibig

i'd rather to be alone that to be with a man who's with another woman
mas gugustuhin ko na mag-isa

why would i look for another woman ...! i already have a beautiful, loving and kind wife
mahal na mahal kita kaya hindi kita ipagpapalit

i'm sorry for what i said to you it hurts because you told me that i was a liar but i know that i'm really sorry because you're looking for another woman so that she won't get hurt
sa iyo ay nasasaktan dahil sinabi mo

how can i build a house without a source of income?turtles are good, but slowly they have been around since childhood. who else can tell the future of each of us, and that's just my hope
paano ako makakapagtayo ng bahay na walang mapagkukunan ng kita? maganda ang mga pagong, ngunit dahan-dahang sila ay nasa paligid mula pagkabata. sino pa ang makakapagsabi sa kinabukasan ng bawat isa sa atin, at iyon lang ang pag-asa ko

many artists lived in the greenwich village area of new york. two young women named sue and johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. johnsy's real name was joanna. in november, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. this disease, pneumonia, killed many people. johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. she looked through the small window. she could see the side of the brick house next to her building. one morning, a doctor examined johnsy and took her temperature. then he spoke with sue in another room. "she has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "and that chance is for her to want to live. your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. has she anything on her mind?" "she -- she wanted to paint the bay of naples in italy some day," said sue. "paint?" said the doctor. "bosh! has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "a man?" said sue. "is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "i will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "but whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, i take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines." after the doctor had gone, sue went into the workroom and cried. then she went to johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. johnsy lay with her face toward the window. sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. she began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. young artists must work their way to "art" by making pictures for magazine stories. sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. she went quickly to the bedside. johnsy's eyes were open wide. she was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. sue looked out the window. what was there to count? there was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. an old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. the cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. "what is it, dear?" asked sue. "six," said johnsy, quietly. "they're falling faster now. three days ago there were almost a hundred. it made my head hurt to count them. but now it's easy. there goes another one. there are only five left now." "five what, dear?" asked sue. "leaves. on the plant. when the last one falls i must go, too. i've known that for three days. didn't the doctor tell you?" "oh, i never heard of such a thing," said sue. "what have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? and you used to love that vine. don't be silly. why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said – he said the chances were ten to one! try to eat some soup now. and, let me go back to my drawing, so i can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us." "you needn't get any more wine," said johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "there goes another one. no, i don't want any soup. that leaves just four. i want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. then i'll go, too." "johnsy, dear," said sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until i am done working? i must hand those drawings in by tomorrow." "tell me as soon as you have finished," said johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "i want to see the last one fall. i'm tired of waiting. i'm tired of thinking. i want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."
c / ang huling dahon ng o henry