Hai cercato la traduzione di dumaan ka sa left side da Tagalog a Inglese

mana ka sa
manaang mana ka sa akin

maiisip ko lang na dumaan ka
i can only imagine

baliw ka sa
you are mad at me

gago ka sa ilocano
gago ka in ilocano

kapag dumaan ka na lang dito sasabihin ko
kapag dumaan ka na lang dito

umalis ka sa kamay
its just get out of hand

on the left side of the body
leftside of thebody

ito ay dalawang-side na dvd. nag-boot ka sa ikalawang side. baligtarin ang dvd bago magpatuloy.
this is a two-sided dvd. you have booted from the second side. turn the dvd over then continue.

ormoc, tatlong taon pagkatapos ng baha hindi sa iyong lumang pangalan na hinarap ko sa iyo, hindi, hindi ng dumaan ka nang nakatira sa gitna namin
not by your old name i address you, no, not by the one you went by when living in the midst, mamang, name that kept you bound to cradle, washtub, sink stove and still your back bent and all your singing caked into silence, your dreaming crushed like fishbones in the traffic of daily need. your own name, then. amina. cold letters etched on stone in ormoc's graveyard hill, the syllables gliding still all music and glod upon the tongue of memory. amina. back here, no news you'd like to hear, or that you wouldn't know: one day at noon, in a year of war and famine, of volcanoes bursting and earthquakes shaking the ground we stood on, floodwaters broke the mountains. our city drowned in an hour's rampage. but you've gone ahead to this hill earlier, three years, you weren't there to witness what we had to do among the leavings of the water, mud, rubble, debris, countless bodies littering the streets-- your husband among them, a son, his wife, their children--how in a panic, we pried and scraped and shoveled from the ooze what had once been beloved, crammed them coffinless without ritual without tears into the maw of earth beside you up on that hill. amina, what have the angels to say of that gross outrage? you must know i keep my own name, times, i feel myself free to chosse the words of my singing, though in my own woman's voice, cracked with too much laughter, or anger, or tears, who's to listen, i don't know, admitting as i do no traffics with angels. i htink of your beauty fading and this, what's left for a daughter to touch-- your namestone mute among the grass greensinging, your name i raise to the wind like a prayer. if you hear it among the lift and fall of angel wings, oh please send word somehow. please let me know, have they given you back your voice?safe among the angels, what can a woman sing?

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