Usted buscó: woe (Tagalo - Inglés)

you reap what you woe
what you reap is what you owe

woe to the revolution when the day comes, when the people, overburdened by contributions and consumed by abuses, turn to their enemies for salvation!
lahat mga kasabihan ni apolinario mabini

title: "words that ride on the wind" verse 1: in a little cafe on the outskirts of town there's a mind deep in thoughts and a heart that's bound words dancing like hoof beats, taking flight in the world of paper, where dreams ignite chorus: i'm a cowboy in the realm of ink and pen riding the plotlines, seeking treasures within with my thoughts as my steed and my pen as my guide i'm a creative wrangler, painting stories wide verse 2: with a roll of the dice and a flick of my wrist i conjure up characters, their secrets and twists lines that tumble like tumbleweed in the breeze kicking up a storm, unlocking mysteries chorus: i'm a cowboy in the realm of ink and pen riding the plotlines, seeking treasures within with my thoughts as my steed and my pen as my guide i'm a creative wrangler, painting stories wide bridge: through hills of conflict, and valleys of doubt i wrangle inspiration and wander 'round in the sunset of day, and dawn's golden glow the muse whispers secrets my heart yearns to know verse 3: in a journal worn, like leather on my soul i write the tales of heroes, both young and old from the plains of love, to the ridges of woe i capture their essence, their highs and their lows chorus: i'm a cowboy in the realm of ink and pen riding the plotlines, seeking treasures within with my thoughts as my steed and my pen as my guide i'm a creative wrangler, painting stories wide outro: so saddle up, partner, and join the ride through the frontier of imagination, no rules we'll abide in this country, we'll roam and our stories take flight together we'll chase the sunset, till the end of the night
title: "words that ride on the wind" verse 1: in a little cafe on the outskirts of town there's a mind deep in thoughts and a heart that's bound words dancing like hoof beats, taking flight in the world of paper, where dreams ignite chorus: i'm a cowboy in the realm of ink and pen riding the plotlines, seeking treasures within with my thoughts as my steed and my pen as my guide i'm a creative wrangler, painting stories wide verse 2: with a roll of the dice and a flick of my wrist i conjure up