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Engels

she doesn't care what i'm saying

Tagalog

wala siyang pakialam kung ano ang sinasabi ko

Laatste Update: 2018-02-12
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Engels

That's what i'm saying

Tagalog

alam mo ibig kong sabihin

Laatste Update: 2020-02-03
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Engels

Look at what I'm saying

Tagalog

Yung tipong pagod ako kakagawa ng projects

Laatste Update: 2020-03-02
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Engels

That's what I'm saying

Tagalog

silang

Laatste Update: 2017-07-26
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Engels

Do you know what i'm saying

Tagalog

alam mo ibig kong sabihin

Laatste Update: 2020-02-26
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Engels

You do not know what I'm saying

Tagalog

Wala kang pakialam sa salita ko

Laatste Update: 2019-05-31
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Engels

believe me or not what I'm saying is true

Tagalog

maniwala ka o hindi totoo yung sinasabi ko

Laatste Update: 2020-05-02
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Engels

believe me or not what I'm saying is true

Tagalog

Ra ulo

Laatste Update: 2019-12-02
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Engels

Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off, and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that's second nature with me, but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled. I give you the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game, that the water's calm and I'm in command and that I need no one, but don't believe me. My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing. Beneath lies no complacence. Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed. That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows. But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope, and I know it. That is, if it's followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self-built prison walls, from the barriers I so painstakingly erect. It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I'm really worth something. But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to. I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance, will not be followed by love. I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me. I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing and that you will see this and reject me. So I play my game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within. So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks, and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that's really nothing, and nothing of what's everything, of what's crying within me. So when I'm going through my routine do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying, what I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but what I can't say. I don't like hiding. I don't like playing superficial phony games. I want to stop playing them. I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me but you've got to help me. You've got to hold out your hand even when that's the last thing I seem to want. Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead. Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings-- very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings! With your power to touch me into feeling you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that. I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator-- of the person that is me if you choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble, you alone can remove my mask, you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic, from my lonely prison, if you choose to. Please choose to. Do not pass me by. It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back. It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man often I am irrational. I fight against the very thing I cry out for. But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls and in this lies my hope. Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands but with gentle hands for a child is very sensitive. Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet. Charles C. Finn September 1966

Tagalog

Laatste Update: 2020-04-30
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Engels

Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off, and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that's second nature with me, but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled. I give you the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game, that the water's calm and I'm in command and that I need no one, but don't believe me. My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing. Beneath lies no complacence. Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed. That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows. But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope, and I know it. That is, if it's followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self-built prison walls, from the barriers I so painstakingly erect. It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I'm really worth something. But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to. I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance, will not be followed by love. I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me. I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing and that you will see this and reject me. So I play my game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within. So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks, and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that's really nothing, and nothing of what's everything, of what's crying within me. So when I'm going through my routine do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying, what I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but what I can't say. I don't like hiding. I don't like playing superficial phony games. I want to stop playing them. I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me but you've got to help me. You've got to hold out your hand even when that's the last thing I seem to want. Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead. Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings-- very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings! With your power to touch me into feeling you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that. I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator-- of the person that is me if you choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble, you alone can remove my mask, you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic, from my lonely prison, if you choose to. Please choose to. Do not pass me by. It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back. It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man often I am irrational. I fight against the very thing I cry out for. But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls and in this lies my hope. Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands but with gentle hands for a child is very sensitive. Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet. Charles C. Finn September 1966

Tagalog

walang limitasyon

Laatste Update: 2018-09-05
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Engels

What do you mean? Ohh ohh ohh When you nod your head yes But you wanna say no What do you mean? Hey yeah When you don't want me to move But you tell me to go What do you mean? Ohh What do you mean? Said we're running out of time What do you mean? Ohh ohh ohh What do you mean? Better make up your mind What do you mean? You're so indecisive of what I'm saying Tryna catch the beat, make up your heart Don't know if you're happy or complaining Don't want for us to end Where do I start First you wanna go to the left and you want to turn right Wanna argue all day, make love all night First you're up then you're down and then between Ohh I really want to know... What do you mean? Ohh ohh ohh When you nod your head yes But you wanna say no What do you mean? Hey yeah When you don't want me to move But you tell me to go What do you mean? Ohh What do you mean? Said we're running out of time What do you mean? Ohh ohh ohh What do you mean? Better make up your mind What do you mean? You're overprotective when I'm leaving Tryna compromise but I can't win You wanna make a point but you keep preaching You had me from the start, won't let this end First you wanna go to the left then you want to turn right Wanna argue all day, make love all night First you're up then you're down and then between Ohh I really wanna know... What do you mean? Ohh ohh ohh When you nod your head yes But you wanna say no What do you mean? Hey yeah When you don't want me to move But you tell me to go What do you mean? I want to know... Oh What do you mean? Ohhh Said we're running out of time What do you mean? (Oh baby) Ohh ohh ohh What do you mean? Better make up your mind What do you mean? Ohh ohh ohh (This is ours baby, yeah) When you nod your head yes But you wanna say no What do you mean? (You're so confusing baby) Hey yeah When you don't want me to move But you tell me to go What do you mean? (Be more straight forward) Ohh What do you mean? (Give it back back back) Said we're running out of time What do you mean? (Give it back back back) Ohh ohh ohh

Tagalog

anong ibig sabihin mo dyan

Laatste Update: 2018-09-03
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