Текст и перевод песни Regine Velasquez - Promdi

Promdi

Laki ako sa baryo, ako'y sadyang promdi
Promdi probins at hindi nga prom da city
Sanay sa simple at mabagal na buhay
Magalang ang lalaki, marunong magsilbi

Takot ako sa buhay sa Maynila
Hilo ang ulo ko para akong trumpo

Ingat sa pagtawid sa kalsada
Jeepne't taxi ay humaharurot
Ingat sa pagbaba baka mahulog
Pati pitaka ninyo'y madukot

Iba't ibang lalaki ang nasa city
May playboy na pogi pero lima-limang steady
May makisig at seksi sayang may ses-mi
May gurang at parang lolo, chedeng pa'ng kotse

Takot ako sa buhay sa Maynila
Hilo ang ulo ko para akong trumpo

Doon sa disco ay may nakilala
Galing pumorma tamis pa ng dila
Ang akala ko ay binata
Kasama niya pala ang sugar mommy niya

Ako'y babalik na
Sa aking mahal na probinsya
Hindi na baleng
Tawaging babaeng promdi

'Di ipagpapalit buhay promdi
Mga tao'y simple living pero happy
Ang lalaking promdi ay sarap umibig
Maski walang atik hindi siya plastik

Laki ako sa baryo, ako'y sadyang promdi
Promdi probins at hindi nga prom da city
Sanay sa simple at mabagal na buhay
Magalang ang lalaki, marunong magsilbi

Takot ako sa buhay sa Maynila
Hilo ang ulo ko para akong trumpo

Ingat sa pagtawid sa kalsada
Jeepne't taxi ay humaharurot
Ingat sa pagbaba baka mahulog
Pati pitaka ninyo'y madukot

Ako'y babalik na
Sa aking mahal na probinsya
Hindi na baleng
Tawaging babaeng promdi

Ako'y babalik na
Sa aking mahal na probinsya
Hindi na baleng
Tawaging babaeng promdi

'Di ipagpapalit buhay promdi
Mga tao'y simple living pero happy
Ang lalaking promdi ay sarap umibig
Maski walang atik hindi siya plastik

Promdi

I was raised in a rural village, a true country bumpkin
Promdi, from the province, not some city slicker
Accustomed to a simple and slow-paced life
Men are respectful, know how to serve

I fear city life in Manila
My head spins like a top

Be careful when crossing the streets
Jeeps and taxis race by
Be careful when getting off, don't fall
Your wallet might get snatched

City men are a different breed
A handsome playboy with five steady girlfriends
A strong and sexy man, but he has a six pack
An old man like your grandfather, wants a car for a dowry

I fear city life in Manila
My head spins like a top

I met someone at the disco
Well-dressed and smooth-talking
I thought he was single
Turns out, he was with his sugar mommy

I'm going back
To my beloved province
It doesn't matter
If they call me a country girl

I won't trade country life
People are simple, but they're happy
A country boy knows how to love
Even if he's not rich, he's not fake

I was raised in a rural village, a true country bumpkin
Promdi, from the province, not some city slicker
Accustomed to a simple and slow-paced life
Men are respectful, know how to serve

I fear city life in Manila
My head spins like a top

Be careful when crossing the streets
Jeeps and taxis race by
Be careful when getting off, don't fall
Your wallet might get snatched

I'm going back
To my beloved province
It doesn't matter
If they call me a country girl

I'm going back
To my beloved province
It doesn't matter
If they call me a country girl

I won't trade country life
People are simple, but they're happy
A country boy knows how to love
Even if he's not rich, he's not fake