FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

it is like i am a horse with covered eyes
carrying you and your friends as yoke on my neck
in the busy roads of Binondo

Old Manila, where we all reminisce
the good times

there may be nails, and lost stones
but with all of you, i do not mind how hot

the sun could be, how cold the nights,
i keep on carrying all of you, a horse with no eyes

but for our pleasures, the old times, the good times
in sunny Manila, in those nights where stars

are dead, where moon is stolen, where
rivers stink, but as i told you,

the fun rules, love prevails, hope is alive