Текст и перевод песни Gloc 9 feat. Joey Ayala - Rotonda

Rotonda

Kaliwa man o kanan ang iyong daanan
Iisa lang ang papupuntahan
Hindi daw hagdanan lang ang labasan
Ang lahat ay daraanan na
Parang rotonda lang

Ang tawag nila sa'kin ay Congressman Luplop
Makapangyarihan, palaging nasa tuktok
Kahit magnanakaw ako ay iniluluklok
Kasinungalingan lang ang idinudukdok
Ako ay may asawang ang dating ay parang artista
Mga anak na Atenista't Lasallista
'Di yan mahalaga
Ako ay may problema
Dahil nananaginip

Isa lamang ang istorya
Ako daw ay taga-Lerma
May asawa na si Thelma
Ang aking palayaw ay Boy
Libangan ko ay pusoy
Kamay ko laging may eczema
Sila pala aking mga anak
Nene at totoy na nakayapak
Teka tanghali na pala, medyo nakakatawa

Nagising ako na huli na (Kaliwa man o kanan ang iyong daanan)

Iisa lang ang papupuntahan
Hindi daw hagdanan lang ang labasan
Ang lahat ay daraanan na
Parang rotonda lang

Maraming kaugali si Congressman Luplop
'Pag nagalit basta na lamang nanununtok
Ang lahat ng kanyang kayamana'y gabundok
'Pag naunahan sa trapik ay nanunutok
Siya ay may kalaguyo na gustong maging artista
Kung pagmasdan ay elitista
Walang patid na dilema
Sa kanyang panaginip ako ang kanyang asawa

Isang dakilang labandera
Ang pangalan ko ay Thelma
Tawagin mo na nga si Boy
Naglalaro ng pusoy
Baka ipatalo ang pera
Para pagkain ng mga anak
May mga totoy na umiiyak

May pag-asa pa kaya
Lahat ay naitaya
Sa buhay namin na inukit lang (Kaliwa man o kanan ang iyong daanan)

Iisa lang ang papupuntahan
Hindi daw hagdanan lang ang labasan
Ang lahat ay daraanan na
Parang rotonda lang

Ikot, ulit, ikot, ulit, ikot
Parang rotonda lang
Ikot, ulit, ikot, ulit, ikot
Parang rotonda lang
Ikot, ulit, ikot, ulit, ikot
Parang rotonda lang
Ikot, ulit, ikot, ulit, ikot
Parang rotonda lang

Ganun pa din ang panaginip, na umuulit
Pag huminto ay siguradong may karugtong na guhit
Tuloy-tuloy, hanggang sa aking mabuo
Nang madaanan ang lugar
Alam kung saan ihihinto
Pagtindig ko na parang ako'y taga roon
Pagbili ko may batang may gusto ng pulburon
Sa lugar na masukal at madilim

Mamasamasang pinto na parang gustong katukin
Ano nga kaya matandang babae nang tumingin
Maluha-luha ako'y sinimula nyang sagutin at tulala kong
Hinahanap mo si Boy, matagal na siyang tinaboy
Pababa sa lupa
Anim na talampakang kumonoy
Dinukot siya ng pulis sa madaming kadahilanan
Kaso lang sa totoo lang ayaw ko malaman
Kahit parang alam ko na
Mahirap ang magtaka

Dahil buhay namin ay di naman nalalayo sa iba
Nakakangawit umasa, nakakapagod mangarap
Maghanap parang itim na ulap sa alapahap
Aambunin, uulan
Hanggang sa mamuo
Paulit-ulit ang eksena
Kahit bago ang yugto
Sa palabas na ang bida ay paghihirap
Pagbuno sa araw-araw na maraming sikmurang kumukulo
Nakulong na si Totoy
Si Nene naman ay bayaran
Tanaw sa bukas ng marami sa ami'y ganito na lang

Lumangoy sa panaghoy
Sa panaghoy ka lumangoy
Bali-baligtarin man na parang baraha sa pusoy
Di bagay dito ang tisoy
Sarili ko'y tinaboy
Parang napaso nung ako'y nang tawagin nya ako na Boy

Kung kunin 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

Rotonda

Whether you go left or right,
There's only one destination.
They say the exit isn't just a staircase,
Everyone will pass through it.
It's like a roundabout.

They call me Congressman Luplop,
Powerful, always at the top.
Even if I steal, I'm enthroned,
Lies are all that's hammered in.
I have a wife who used to be like an artist,
Children who are Ateneans and La Sallians.
That's not important.
I have a problem
Because I'm dreaming.

There's only one story,
That I'm from Lerma,
With a wife named Thelma.
My nickname is Boy,
My hobby is pusoy,
My hands always have eczema,
These are my children,
Nene and the barefoot boy.
Wait, it's already noon, it's kind of funny.

I woke up late. (Whether you go left or right,)

There's only one destination.
They say the exit isn't just a staircase,
Everyone will pass through it.
It's like a roundabout.

Congressman Luplop has many peers,
When he gets angry, he just throws punches,
All his wealth is a mountain,
When he's ahead in traffic, he points a gun.
He has a mistress who wants to be an artist,
If you look at her, she's an elitist.
An endless dilemma,
In her dream, I am her wife.

A great laundress,
My name is Thelma,
Go ahead and call Boy,
He's playing pusoy,
He might lose the money,
For the children's food.
There are little boys crying.

Is there still hope?
Everything has been wagered
In our lives that are just carved (Whether you go left or right,)

There's only one destination.
They say the exit isn't just a staircase,
Everyone will pass through it.
It's like a roundabout.

Round and round, round and round,
It's like a roundabout.
Round and round, round and round,
It's like a roundabout.
Round and round, round and round,
It's like a roundabout.
Round and round, round and round,
It's like a roundabout.

The dream is still the same, repeating,
When it stops, there's definitely a line continuing it.
Continuous, until I complete it,
When I pass through the place,
I know where to stop,
When I stand, it's like I belong there.
When I buy, there's a child who wants pulburon
In a place that's dense and dark,

Gloomy doors that seem like they want to be knocked on.
What is it, old woman, when you look,
Teary-eyed, you started to answer me and I was stunned.
You're looking for Boy, he was driven away a long time ago,
Down to the ground,
Six feet of mud.
The police took him for many reasons,
But the truth is, I don't want to know.
Even though I feel like I already know,
It's hard to wonder

Because our lives aren't that different from others.
It's tiring to hope, it's exhausting to dream,
Searching is like a black cloud in the dawn,
It will rain,
Until it forms.
The scene repeats,
Even if it's a new episode
In the show where the protagonist is suffering,
Struggling every day with many growling stomachs.
Totoy is already in jail,
Nene is a prostitute,
For many of us, the view of tomorrow is just like this.

Swim in the lamentation,
Swim in the lamentation.
Even if you turn it upside down like cards in pusoy,
A tisoy doesn't belong here.
I myself was driven away,
As if burned when he called me Boy.

If taken from my face,
Directly hit and intentional,
Always caught by my branches and leaves,
Many bumps on my face
Because my tree is laden.