Usted buscó: engrave the pain of being alive into my soul (Inglés - Tagalo)

the pain of being human
may kaugaliang pagiging tao

pour the pain of feeling into my heart
nag daramdam ng sakit ang aking puso

the pain of my brain
nag sasabi akong totoo

the pain of my feelings now
paasa ka klia

the pain of it
ano ang sakit niya

and to make me feel the pain of my parents
masuklian

the pain of my whole body as well as my head
ang sakit ng katawan

medicine for the pain of being pierced by a barbeque stick in the foot
gamot sa kirot ng natusok ng barbeque stick ang paa

no words are enough to express the pain of a soul
walang mga salita ang maaaring magpahayag ng sakit

the pain of what you did to me
ang sakit na binigay mo sa akin ay natutunan kong lunokin

ai oh the pain of helpless nakakaburing
ai naku ang hirap nga walang magawa nakakaburing

i can no longer handle the pain of the foot
hindi ko na kaya ang sakit ng paa kasi na mamaga ma aga s26

my love for you is past the mind, beyond my heart and into my soul
ang pag-ibig ko sa iyo ay lampas sa isipan,

the pains of the pregnant woman
masakit ang puson ng buntis

please don't let my patience get to the point where you run out of patience, because you may not be able to bear the pain of the truth you will hear from me.
huwag na huwag mo na sanang hayaang umabot pa sa puntong maubos ang pasensya ko sayo,

good afternoon to the secretary of grade 8 santan. i just wanted to let you know that, your gorgeous and charming eyes gaze into my soul as if i were living in the gates of heaven, staring at your pictures. i'm confessing to you anonymously because i'm too afraid that you might reject me.
magandang hapon po sa secretary ng grade 8 santan. gusto ko lang ipaalam sa iyo na, ang iyong napakarilag at kaakit - akit na mga mata ay tumitig sa aking kaluluwa na parang nakatira ako sa mga pintuan ng langit, nakatitig sa iyong mga larawan. nagtatapat ako sa iyo nang hindi nagpapakilala dahil natatakot din ako na baka itakwil mo ako.

how do i love thee? let me count the ways. i love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace. i love thee to the level of every day’s most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. i love thee freely, as men strive for right. i love thee purely, as they turn from praise. i love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. i love thee with a love i seemed to lose with my lost saints. i love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose, i shall but love thee better after death.
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