Você procurou por: you weren't able (Inglês - Tagalo)

even when you weren't
kahit noong wala ka

you weren't mine to lose
hindi ka akin upang mawala

wish you weren't so far away
you're never too far away because i know we're too close in hearts

i hope you weren't disappointed.
sana napaligaya kita.

i thought you weren't from here
nung wala ka

i thought you weren't there yet
tawag ka sakin ulit, mukha mo ipakita hindi yong vedio

i thought at first you weren't real
akala ko totoo kayo bilang kaibigan puro lang pala kayo ka plastikan

i thought you were real, but you weren't
akala nila nag ago ako ang hindi nila alam umiiwas ako sa mga tao na akala ko ay totoo

i thought you weren't going to make it.
ang akala ko'y hindi ka darating.

would you marry me if you weren't already married
would you marry me if you weren't already married

i remember you weren't always so gay when you were drunk.
naaalala ko hindi ka masyadong bakla pag lasing ka.

my childhood would have not been fun if you weren't part of it
hindi magiging masaya ang pagkabata ko kung hindi ka kasali

c/i thought you weren't coming so i ate first. wait, fast food again?
c/akala ko hindi ka na darating kaya nauna nalang ako kumain. teka, fast food nanaman?

now you're happy that you weren't the one who mourned having sex, then it's not acceptable for me to get pregnant lol
ngayon masaya kana na hinde ikw ang nag luluksa nakipag sex kapa tapos dimo naman pala tanggap na ma bubuntis ako lol

those days. i said goodbye but i didn't know that you weren't officially saying yes to me. also i filed for leave
yong mga araw na yon. nag sabi ako na hindi ako papasok. pero hindi ko naman alam na hindi papala opisyal yong pag oo sakin

my fault? if you weren't such a fame whore and so desperate to sell another one of your true crime books we wouldn't be here.
kung hindi dahil sa pagiging desperado mong maging sikat para makabenta ka ng true crime books, hindi tayo mapupunta dito.

my journal when i entered on monday i was almost run over at santa rosa national highschool and the next day i was laughed at by the students outside and told by me of your very lula you weren't looking at your way and when i was coming in i was still a bag of my brother i carried so i didn't go in then i didn't know there was a change gift so i was just ang wala sa aming mag classmate at nung pasko ay kami sobrang saya at naka mano sa grandpa lola and nag bagong taon na at kami ay kompleto sa family martin
my journal noong pumasok ako ng lunes muntikan na ako masagasaan sa santa rosa national highschool at nung kinabukasan ako ay pinagtatawanan ng mga studyante sa labas at pinagsasabihan ng ako ng napaka lula mo naman di ka tumitingin sa dinaanan mo at nung huwebes papasok nalang ako bag pa ng kapatid ko nadala ko kaya hindi ako naka pasok saka hindi ko alam na may change gift kaya ako lang ang wala sa aming mag kaklase at nung pasko ay kami ay sobrang saya at naka mano sa lolo lola at nag bagong

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?
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