Текст и перевод песни Demi - Anak Ng Bayan

Anak Ng Bayan

Simulan na nating sindihan ang mitsa ng himagsik
Ibulong mo, kapatid, sa ating kapwang nasasabik
Ang reporma na malabis na pinagkait ng hustisya
Isigaw mo, kapatid, ang natatanging pag-asa

Papayag bang magutom at kumapit sa patalim?
Pilit lumipad, nakakadena sa dilim
Papayag bang abusuhin, gahasain, lapastanganin?
Sinasabi ko sa 'yo, may araw silang mga sakim

Buksan ang 'yong mga mata ('wag mong ipikit)
Sa ganid na pulitika (na may dalang sakit)
Humayo at magtipon na ('wag kang magpahuli)
Ibagsak sila sa pwesto at (simulan na natin mga)
Anak ng bayan, anak ng bayan

Matagal na nating tinitiis, tinitiis galing kastigo
Makamit mo lang ang ating inaasam, inaasam na pagbabago
Kailangan nang mamulat sa ugat ng pag-agnas
Bilang na ang kanilang mga araw, ang kanilang putang inang mga araw (oh, mismo)

Buksan ang 'yong mga mata ('wag mong ipikit)
Sa ganid na pulitika (na may dalang sakit)
Humayo at magtipon na ('wag kang magpahuli)
Ibagsak sila sa pwesto at (simulan na natin mga anak ng bayan)

Buksan ang 'yong mga mata ('wag mong ipikit)
Sa ganid na pulitika (na may dalang sakit)
Humayo at magtipon na ('wag kang magpahuli)
Ibagsak sila sa pwesto at (simulan na natin mga)
Anak ng bayan, anak ng bayan

Anak ng bayan, anak ng bayan

Son of the People

Let's ignite the fuse of revolution
Whisper it, my sibling, to our fellow enthusiasts
The reform that has been unduly denied justice
Shout it out, my sibling, the only hope

Can we allow ourselves to starve and cling to the edge?
Struggle to fly, chained in the darkness
Can we allow ourselves to be abused, violated, and profaned?
I tell you, their day will come, those greedy ones

Open your eyes (don't close them)
To the greedy politics (that bring sickness)
Go forth and gather (don't be late)
Overthrow them from their positions and (let us begin, my)
Son of the people, son of the people

We have endured it for too long, endured the punishment
To achieve the change we desire, the change we desire
We must awaken to the root of decay
Their days are numbered, their rotten days (oh, yes)

Open your eyes (don't close them)
To the greedy politics (that bring sickness)
Go forth and gather (don't be late)
Overthrow them from their positions and (let us begin, my son of the people)

Open your eyes (don't close them)
To the greedy politics (that bring sickness)
Go forth and gather (don't be late)
Overthrow them from their positions and (let us begin, my)
Son of the people, son of the people

Son of the people, son of the people