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scar
scars sa iyong maganda

love scar
love scars

that scar!
yang pilat na yan!

battle scar
tagalog

your scar is great
dakula

how to remove lung scar
scaes

pulmonary scar left apex meaning
pulmonary scars

scar tissue that i wish you saw
peklat tissue na sana nakita mo

i aint gonna hide this beutiful scar
itago ang magagandang galos na ito

we are beautiful scar left by your memories
scars sa iyong maganda

a scar on your left index finger means that the person who loved you in your previous life couldn't i forget you
isang peklat sa iyong kaliwang hintuturo ay nangangahulugan na ang taong nagmahal sa iyo sa iyong nakaraang buhay ay hindi ko makalimutan na isinalin mo sa tagalog

this song changed myself because i heard that he was forced to hide because of his scar on the skin but he resisted all the shame that he would not allow to be trampled on him like dust and it changed myself because i saw the glory and even to send another flood and drown him i saw that his courage was that he would not defeat those who abused him and he still strengthened his heart despite many more trials
binago ng kantang ito ang aking sarili sapagkat napakinggan ko na pilit siyang pinatago dahil sa kanyang peklat sa balat pero nilabanan niya ang lahat ng hiya na hindi siya papayag na yayapakan siya na parang alikabok at binago nito ang aking sarili sapagkat nakita ko ang kaluwalhatian at kahit na magpadala pa ng baha at lulunurin siya nakita ko na ang kanyang katapangan ay na hindi siya mag papadaig sa mga namabuso sa kanya at pinatatag pa niya ang kanyang loob kahit na maraming pag subok pa ang dumating sa kanya hinding hindi siya nag padaig sa mga taong naabuso sa kanya at ipinakita nito sa aking sarili na kahit na may manbuli sa akin ay dapat hindi ako mag papadaig sa takot o sa hiya dapat hindi ko hahayaan na basta na lang nila tatapakan ang pag katao 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 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.
aprika