Usted buscó: but your blood flows in my veins (Inglés - Tagalo)

but your blood flows in my veins
ngunit ang iyong dugo ay dumadaloy sa aking mga ugat

ice in my veins
yelo sa aking mga ugat

coffee in my veins
pag - inom lang ng kape ko

africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under th
africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under the midday sun but a grave voice answers me impetuous child that tree, young and strong that tree over there splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers that is your africa springing up anew springing up patiently, obstinately whose fruit bit by bit acquires the bitter taste of liberty.

your love is like a river that flows in my vein i feel the cold inside, your love is like the sun that gives light to the whole world i feel the warmth inside you love is like a river that flows in my vein i feel the cold inside, your love is like the sun that gives light to the whole world i feel the warmth inside
ang pag ibig mo ay parang ilog na dumadaloy sa aking ugat ramdam ko ang lamig sa loob, ang pag ibig mo ay parang araw na nagbibigay liwanag sa buong mundo ko ramdam ko ang init sa loob ang pag ibig mo ay parang ilog na dumadaloy sa aking ugat ramdam ko ang lamig sa loob, ang pag ibig mo ay parang araw na nagbibigay liwanag sa buong mundo ko ramdam ko ang init sa loob

africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under the midday sun but a grave voice answers me impetuous child that tree, young and strong that tree over there splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers that is your africa springing up anew springing up patiently, obstinately whose fruit bit by bit acquires the bitter taste of liberty.
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