Текст и перевод песни Noel Cabangon - Jeepney Driver Blues

Jeepney Driver Blues

Magtatakipsilim, tapos na naman ang isang araw
Makauwi na't kailangan nang magpahinga
Makalagok man lang ng isang bote ng serbesa

Sa maghapon, ang buhay ay pamamasada
Tinitiis, usok at init ng makina
At 'pag kulang pa ang kita, kailangan pang umarangkada

Ganyan ang buhay ng jeepney driver
Sa buong araw na pasada, jingle lang ang pahinga
'Yan ang buhay ng jeepney driver
Sa buong araw na kayod, mga tuhod ay nanlalambot

'Yan ang buhay ng jeepney driver
"Pag may konti nang kita, pwede nang pumarada

"Para, mama" para mamadali
Sa babaan lang, ale, baka tayo ay mahuli
'Pag minalas nga naman, ang kita ay mababawasan

Pabalik-balik sa kalsadang masikip
Nakakainip, kay haba-haba-haba ng trapik,
Paulit-ulit, mga pasaherong makukulit

Ganyan ang buhay ng jeepney driver
Sa buong araw na pasada, katawan ay nanlalata
'Yan ang buhay ng jeepney driver
Sa buong araw na kayod, kalamnan ay nangangatog

'Yan ang buhay ng jeepney driver
'Pag may konti nang kita, pwede nang pumarada

Ganyan ang buhay ng jeepney driver
Sa buong araw na pasada, jingle lang ang pahinga
'Yan ang buhay ng jeepney driver
Sa buong araw na kayod, mga tuhod ay nanlalambot

'Yan ang buhay ng jeepney driver
Sa buong araw na pasada, katawan ay nanlalata
'Yan ang buhay ng jeepney driver
Sa buong araw na kayod, kalamnan ay nangangatog

'Yan ang buhay ng jeepney driver
'Pag may konti nang kita, pwede nang pumarada

Magtatakipsilim, tapos na naman ang isang araw
Makauwi na't kailangan nang magpahinga
At bukas ng umaga ay muling papasada

Jeepney Driver Blues

Evening has fallen, another day has ended
I must get home and I need to rest
I might as well grab a bottle of beer

All day long, I've been driving the jeepney
Bearing the smoke and heat of the engine
And if the money's not enough, I have to work even harder

Such is the life of a jeepney driver
All day I'm driving, my only respite is the sound of the jingle
Such is the life of a jeepney driver
From all the work, my knees are aching

Such is the life of a jeepney driver
When the money's good, I pull over

Stop here, lady, please hurry
Let off the passengers, or we'll be late
If I'm unlucky, my earnings will go down

Back and forth on the crowded streets
It's boring, the traffic is so long,
It's repetitive, the passengers are rude

Such is the life of a jeepney driver
All day I'm driving, my body is exhausted
Such is the life of a jeepney driver
From all the work, my muscles are trembling

Such is the life of a jeepney driver
When the money's good, I pull over

Such is the life of a jeepney driver
All day I'm driving, my only respite is the sound of the jingle
Such is the life of a jeepney driver
From all the work, my knees are aching

Such is the life of a jeepney driver
All day I'm driving, my body is exhausted
Such is the life of a jeepney driver
From all the work, my muscles are trembling

Such is the life of a jeepney driver
When the money's good, I pull over

Evening has fallen, another day has ended
I must get home and I need to rest
And tomorrow morning, I'll be driving again