Hai cercato la traduzione di oh it's burning da Inglese a Tagalog

it's burning
daw nasusunog

keep it burning
panatilihing nasusunog ang apoy

oh, it's just me...
o, ako lang pala.

oh, it's completely ridiculous.
kalokohan naman iyan.

oh it's going to be that kind of night, huh?
ganito ba ang mangyayari, huh?

oh it won't go service is to bad
abala ako ngayon kung tatawagan kita maaari kitang makuha

oh its so good
was kay lami

oh its locker time
ano ang gagawin ko ngayon?

oh, its falling!
hala nahulog!

oh, it's good to be true, if our hopes and dreams come true wish that i had more of this borrowed time if only it would last.
kapag ang aking mga pag - asa at mga pangarap

soyoung, so thin, and so ragged. why are you staring at me? with my eyes, i cannot seebut i know that you are all staring at me. why are you whispering to one another? why?do you know my mother? do you know my father? did you know me five years ago?yes, five years of bitterness have passed. i can still remember the vast happiness motherand i shared with each other. we were very happy indeed.suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. did the cruel nippon’s discover our peaceful home? mother ran to father’s side pleading.“please, luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you,” i pulledmy father’s arm but he did not move. it seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor. the door went “bang” and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. “are you captain lui s santos?” roared the ugliest of them all. “yes,” said my father. “you are under arrest,” said one of the beasts. they pulled father roughly away from us. father was not given achance to bid us goodbye.we followed them mile after mile. we were hungry and thirsty. we saw group of japaneseeating. oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating, then suddenly, we heard a voice call, “consuelo. . . . oscar. . . . consuelo. . . . oscar. . .. consuelo. . . . oscar. . . .” we ran towa rds the direction of the voice, but it was too late.we saw father hanging on a tree. . . . dead. oh, it was terrible. he had been badly beatenbefore he died. . . . and i cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! everything went black.the next thing i knew i was nursing my poor invalid mother. one day, we heard the church bell ringing “ding -dong, ding- dong!” it was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but i could not leave my invalid mother, i tried to show herthe way to the hide-out.suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. “boom, boom, boom, boom!” mother was hit. her legs were shatteredinto pieces. i took her gently in my arms and cried, “i’ll have vengeance, vengeance!” “no,oscar. vengeance, it’s god’s,” said mother. but i cried out vengeance. i was like a pent- up volcano. “vengeance is mine not thelord’s”. “no, oscar. vengeance is not ours, it’s god’s” these were the words from my mother before she died.mother was dead and i was blind. vengeance is not ours? to forgive is divine butvengeance is sweeter. that was five years ago, five years. . . . alms, alms, alms. spare me a piece of bread. spare me your mercy. i am a child soyoung, so thin, and so ragged. vengea nce is not ours, it’s god’s. . . . it’s. . . . god itsd’s.
soyoung, so thin, and so ragged. why are you staring at me? with my eyes, i cannot seebut i know that you are all staring at me. why are you whispering to one another? why?do you know my mother? do you know my father? did you know me five years ago?yes, five years of bitterness have passed. i can still remember the vast happiness motherand i shared with each other. we were very happy indeed.suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. did the cruel nippon’s discover our peaceful home? mother ran to father’s side pleading.“please, luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you,” i pulledmy father’s arm but he did not move. it seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor. the door went “bang” and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. “are you captain lui s santos?” roared the ugliest of them all. “yes,” said my father. “you are under arrest,” said one of the beasts. they pulled father roughly away from us. father was not given achance to bid us goodbye.we followed them mile after mile. we were hungry and thirsty. we saw group of japaneseeating. oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating, then suddenly, we heard a voice call, “consuelo. . . . oscar. . . . consuelo. . . . oscar. . .. consuelo. . . . oscar. . . .” we ran towa rds the direction of the voice, but it was too late.we saw father hanging on a tree. . . . dead. oh, it was terrible. he had been badly beatenbefore he died. . . . and i cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! everything went black.the next thing i knew i was nursing my poor invalid mother. one day, we heard the church bell ringing “ding -dong, ding- dong!” it was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but i could not leave my invalid mother, i tried to show herthe way to the hide-out.suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. “boom, boom, boom, boom!” mother was hit. her legs were shatteredinto pieces. i took her gently in my arms and cried, “i’ll have vengeance, vengeance!” “no,oscar. vengeance, it’s god’s,” said mother. but i cried out vengeance. i was like a pent- up volcano. “vengeance is mine not thelord’s”. “no, oscar. vengeance is not ours, it’s god’s” these were the words from my mother before she died.mother was dead and i was blind. vengeance is not ours? to forgive is divine butvengeance is sweeter. that was five years ago, five years. . . . alms, alms, alms. spare me a piece of bread. spare me your mercy. i am a child soyoung, so thin, and so ragged. vengea nce is not ours, it’s god’s. . . . it’s. . . . god’s. .it’s… ad