Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Translated Letters, artist - NAKDate of issue: 21.09.2017
Song language: English
Translated Letters |
| Let’s open discussion |
| We approaching the truth and we all hoping to touch it |
| Been a long time coming I’m concerned we got separated |
| Diverging won’t get us any closer to summit |
| I remember that chilly night back in Chino |
| You told me I’m disgracing us Filipinos |
| ‘Cause I was never taught: couldn’t speak Tagalog |
| Though we share the same blood: Rizal, Aguinaldo |
| God knows I tried to beat the anguish. |
| Feeling like |
| I can’t love the motherland if I don’t speak the language |
| Never thought I’d be hated on by my own people |
| This American dream this freaking whole sequel |
| What’s a blossom when all the roots are ashamed of it |
| I’m hardly «processing» what the «nature is» |
| Though I didn’t learn the language of our home |
| I’ll love it with the language that I know: this is all I know |
| Though the islands assemble as a whole shun me |
| I never felt I’m accepted up in my own country |
| Even my label of «Asian» often brought into question |
| I feel a hard disconnection when talking complexion |
| While you pointing fingers |
| You can’t «grasp» what’s happening while avoiding splinters |
| Similarity can trick you, better know the difference: |
| Of «no identity» and «know identity:» I take history to support the inference |
| Lapu-Lapu, Propaganda Movement |
| Revolution: Bonifacio, the Katipunan |
| I’m the proudest descendant of every insurrection |
| You won’t see me defensive won’t live to tell it |
| I was built for resisting all your vain oppression |
| I am not coexisting with all your plain rejection |
| I’m no less than the very thing you claim to be |
| My identity’s something you’ll never take from me |
| I want to think that it’s deeper than words I didn’t learn |
| Maybe all of it swelling up from a deeper hurt |
| Maybe all the betrayal we suffered ain’t addressed |
| Maybe grudges ain’t laid to rest you can’t throw |
| Mud upon another, not making a mess |
| I want to fight back. |
| But I’m saving my breath. |
| I check: |
| Vast ocean we crossed I’m now out to wander |
| ‘Cause the cause of it probably is lost in the water |
| Maybe it’s sleeping, creeping in deep end |
| Or maybe our story just isn’t complete yet |
| Whatever it is, maybe finding the problem |
| Ain’t as vital as finding God trying to solve em |
| So I will keep the repercussions |
| And stay awake knowing sleep the reaper cousin |
| The seed I clutch is a destiny I can’t retreat from |
| That’ll blossom, «I promise:» I’m talking sampaguita |
| It’s in the words I’ll never say |
| Love never needed translation |
| Maybe the journey of discovering who we are is accepting the reality of destiny |
| at the same time admitting to not knowing where we’re going. |
| Direction is just |
| as important as destination. |
| Maybe identity lies neither in past, present, |
| or future. |
| But maybe it’s all three together. |
| Maybe our story is still being |
| written |