Translation of the song lyrics Rico J - Gloc-9

Rico J (original)

Maraming bukol sa aking mukha
Tanakang umukol at sinasadya
Laging sinasalo ng sanga at dahon ko
Maraming bukol sa aking mukha
Dahil ang puno ko’y hitik
Madaming bagay ang gusto kong sagutin
Tuwing haharangin at tatanungin
Mga asal na sa’ki’y nagpapailing
Ang palaging bungad bakit ang aga mong dumating
Bawat trabahong tinapos haharapin
Sa’n man gaganapin aking kakagatin
Na parang tayo’y nasa 1997 ulit
At wala akong alam na ibang gusto kong gawin
Kahit sablay ang damit, ang mikropono’y punit
Sabi nga ng nanay ko sa’kin ay diyan ka magaling
'Di ko inakala na ako ay may mararating
Pero buo ang tiwala sa bitbit na anting-anting
Na walang anuman ang sa akin ay makakapigil
At ang talunan sa’kin ay isang maliit na butil
Ng buhangin sa pangpang matamis na hinahagkan
Ang dagat ng isang gutom na aso na sumasagwan
Sa isang pirasong tinapay na sa’kin ay umakay
Tuwing sakto ang pera dadayo doon sa Pasay
Pabalik ng Baclaran, Las Pinas papuntang Cavite
'Pag pauwi sabit sa jeep na Alabang Zapote
Nagpupumilit sumingit palad 'di maiguhit
Pagkatapos ng lahat-lahat ay dapat kong masulit
Para sa’king mga anak kahit 'di maitatak
Ang aking pangalan makasabay sa mga yapak
Salamat kahit na ako ay isa lamang manunula
Ay may natungtungan na rin akong nakakalula
May kanin sa kaldero at may yero sa bubong
Para sa mga mahal 'yan ang palagi kong tugon
Dahil marami ang laging nakaabang na ulupong
Lait na pasigaw sa’kin ay mga mahinang bulong
Kaya damihan mo ang hawak na pamukol na bato
Ang tangi kong hiling sana’y mabusog ka sa bunga ko
Maraming bukol sa aking mukha
Tanakang umukol at sinasadya
Laging sinasalo ng sanga at dahon ko
Maraming bukol sa aking mukha
Dahil ang puno ko’y hitik

Rico J (translation)

There are many bumps on my face
Deliberate and deliberate
Always caught by my branches and leaves
There are many bumps on my face
Because my tree is tall
There are many things I want to answer
Every time it will be blocked and questioned
Behaviors that make you shake your head
The always open why you came in the morning
Each job completed will be dealt with
Wherever it is held I will bite
It's like we're in 1997 again
And I don't know anything else I want to do
Even if the clothes are dirty, the microphone is torn
My mother told me that you are good there
I didn't think I would get anywhere
But there is complete trust in the amulet
That nothing of mine can stop
And the loser to me is a small grain
Of the sand on the sweetly kissed shore
The sea of ​​a hungry dog ​​rowing
With a piece of bread brought to me
Every time the money goes there in Pasay
Back to Baclaran, Las Pinas to Cavite
On the way home hang on the Alabang Zapote jeep
Struggling to insert the palm 'could not be drawn
After all I have to make the most of it
For these children, even if it can't be stamped
My name keeps pace with the footsteps
Thank you even though I am only a poet
I also found something that makes me feel dizzy
There is rice in the pot and iron on the roof
For those who love that is my constant response
Because many snakes are always lurking
It's hard to shout to me but soft whispers
So multiply the flint in your hand
My only wish is that you will be satisfied with my fruit
There are many bumps on my face
Deliberate and deliberate
Always caught by my branches and leaves
There are many bumps on my face
Because my tree is tall