Translation of the song lyrics TRPKNNMN - Gloc-9, Agsunta

TRPKNNMN (original)

Pagod sa trabaho, makulit na amo
Wala pang sweldo baon ko di aabot paano
Ko pagkakasyahin pengeng malupit na plano
Sahod na parang nakahingi ka ng balato
Disgrasya demo-demokrasya
Dito sa bayan na karangyaa’y madalas na pinapantasya
Lumang sapatos na pilit mong pinapagkasya
Pangarap na di mo mapaliit ang distansya
Na maabot, oy alas singko na pala
Makabyahe na para di makasabay ang iba
Sa kalsada na palagi na lamang halabira
Mga maling sulat ng lapis pero di mo mabura
Gano na ba kahaba ang pila sa LRT
Sana nama’y di na tumirik ang MRT
Ingat baka madukutan ka pa ng Iphone 3
Ito ang ‘sang dinadaing araw man o gabi
Gusto ko ng umuwi
Gusto ko ng umuwi
Araw araw na lang ganito mula sa Monumento
Lalo hanggang sa Quiapo
Crossing ilalim, ibabaw nasan ka na raw
Nasa Cubao nilalangaw
Gusto ko ng umuwi
Gusto ko ng umuwi
Kaso trapik na naman
Paulit-ulit ulit ulit ulit
Na inuukit ukit ukit ukit ukit
Sa kukote na patuloy yata ko’y
Tinitila may silbi pa ang sinulid kaysa???
Mga bibig na burara, mga kamay na bastos
Sa sasakyang may kamao at may pangalan ng Diyos
Ayaw ayusin ang sira, sisirain ang ayos
Sila na nakaraparada sa mga daan na kapos
Tapos bawal magsakay, bawal magbaba
Lahat ng bawal ginawa ang kapal ng mukha
Dito po tayo tumawid pero nasa kabila
Ako’y nagtataka bakit di umuunlad ang bansa
Hanggang baba ng pila ng tao sa LRT
Lahat kasi tumirik na naman na MRT
May napatay na holdaper dahil sa Iphone 3
Ano ang lagi mong daing araw man o gabi
Gusto ko ng umuwi
Gusto ko ng umuwi
Araw araw na lang ganito mula sa Monumento
Lalo hanggang sa Quiapo
Crossing ilalim, ibabaw nasan ka na raw
Nasa Cubao nilalangaw
Gusto ko ng umuwi
Gusto ko ng umuwi
Kaso trapik na naman

TRPKNNMN (translation)

Tired of work, nasty boss
I don't have a salary in my pocket yet, how can I reach it?
I will fit into this cruel plan
Salary as if you asked for a salary
Disgrace demo-democracy
Here in the town that luxury is often fantasized about
Old shoes that you are trying to fit
Dream that you can't narrow the distance
Reached, oh it's five o'clock
Be able to travel so that others can't keep up
On the road that is always winding
Wrong pencil writings but you can't erase them
How long is the LRT queue?
I hope the MRT doesn't stop
Be careful that the iPhone 3 may catch you
This is what is mourned day or night
I want to go home
I want to go home
It's just like this every day from the Monument
Especially up to Quiapo
Crossing under, where are you now?
It's in Cubao
I want to go home
I want to go home
It's traffic again
Again and again and again
That's carved carved carved carved carved
I guess I'll keep going
Looks like the yarn is more useful than???
Dirty mouths, rude hands
In the vehicle with the fist and the name of God
Don't want to fix the broken, will destroy the order
They who are parked on the roads that are scarce
Then you are not allowed to ride, you are not allowed to get off
All the taboos made the thickness of the face
This is where we cross but it is on the other side
I wonder why the country is not developing
To the bottom of the line of people on the LRT
All because MRT has stopped again
iPhone 3 killed holdaper
What do you always moan about day or night?
I want to go home
I want to go home
It's just like this every day from the Monument
Especially up to Quiapo
Crossing under, where are you now?
It's in Cubao
I want to go home
I want to go home
It's traffic again