Paroles et traduction Noel Cabangon - Hari Ng Kalye

Hari Ng Kalye

Hari ng kalye, hari ng kalye
Hari ng kalye, hari ng kalye
Hari ng kalye

Kung lumakad siya'y hari ng kalye
Pasalit-salit kung gumiri sa jeepney
Puso niyang 'sing tigas ng aspalto
Laman ng kalye umaraw, bumagyo

Anong gara niyang pagmasdan
Sa pakikipagpatentero sa sasakyan
Alikabok siya ng ating lipunan
Nag-aagaw buhay para maghanap-buhay

Hari ng kalye, hari ng kalye
Hari ng kalye, hari ng kalye
Hari ng kalye

Ang kaaway niya'y ibang barkada
Hari din ng kalye kung pumorma-porma
Pinagtatalunan nila'y tungkol sa daan
Pero kadalasan paastig-astig lang

Galit siya sa mundo, galit sa mayayaman
Galit sa pulis, galit sa mayayabang
'Di niya alam ang tunay na kalaban
Silang may sanhi ng kahirapan

Hari ng kalye, hari ng kalye
Hari ng kalye, hari ng kalye
Hari ng kalye

Ang sabi ng ale, "Dapat siya'y nag-aaral"
Ang sabi ng mama, "Dapat siya'y inaruga"
Kawawang bata, pabayang magulang
Wala namang tumutulong, pulos, daldal

Nandiyan lang sila na parang dyaryo
Makikita araw-araw, bukas, 'di na bago
Ang buhay nila kung ihahambing mo
Isang hithit lang, upos nang sigarilyo

Ang sabi ng ale, "Dapat siya'y nag-aaral"
Ang sabi ng mama, "Dapat siya'y inaruga"
Kawawang bata, pabayang magulang
Wala namang tumutulong, pulos, daldal

Hari ng kalye, hari ng kalye
Hari ng kalye, hari ng kalye
Hari ng kalye

Street King

Street King, Street King
Street King, Street King
Street King

He walks like a street king
Hanging out in jeepneys
His heart is as hard as asphalt
Living on the streets, rain or shine

He's such a sight to behold
Trying to make his way in this chaotic world
He's a street urchin
Trying to make ends meet

Street King, Street King
Street King, Street King
Street King

His rivals are other street gangs
Also trying to make their mark
They fight over territory
But it's usually just posturing

He's angry at the world, angry at the rich
Angry at the police, angry at the arrogant
He doesn't know who his real enemy is
The ones who cause his suffering

Street King, Street King
Street King, Street King
Street King

The old woman says, "He should be in school"
The old man says, "He should be cared for"
Poor child, neglected by his parents
No one helps him, they just talk

They're always there, like the newspaper
You see them every day, but they're never new
Their lives compared to yours
Are like a cigarette butt, just a drag

The old woman says, "He should be in school"
The old man says, "He should be cared for"
Poor child, neglected by his parents
No one helps him, they just talk

Street King, Street King
Street King, Street King
Street King