Pulubi - Gloc 9, Lirah

Laging salat sa salapi

Sugat na kay hapdi

Bubong ang puro tagpi

Pawis na di makubli

Kalye at lansangan

Ang hapag kainan

Laging natitikman

Mga tira-tirang ilan

Sino (sino) sino (sino)

Ang tunay na pulubi?

Sino (sino) sino (sino)

Ang tunay na pulubi?

Sino (sino) sino (sino)

Ang tunay na pulubi?

Sino (sino) sino (sino)

Ang tunay na pulubi?

Silang mga nasa kalsada madumi ang damit

Malamang wala pang ligo minsa’y punit-punit

Hindi lang ang kasuotan 'no kung ano ang bitbit

Madalas ay kalooban na may tangan na sakit

Hinanaing, sino ba’ng may kayang magpagaling

Lakad kami ng lakad ba’t ang hirap makarating

Laging nasasalubong di naman lilingunin

Gano katalas ang kahirapan subukang salatin

Ng malaman suotin mo ang tsinelas na patid

Ko sa tuwing lalagnatin ang bunso mong kapatid

Sa maginaw na gabi o tanghaling tag-init

Kami lang ang tabi-tabi yayakapin lang ulit

Kahit ganito ang buhay kami ay sama sama

Karton sa kalsada’y mistulang malambot na kama

Kalarong mga anak at katuwang ang asawa

Oras ay ang tunay na kayamanang napapamana

Sino (sino) sino (sino)

Ang tunay na pulubi?

Sino (sino) sino (sino)

Ang tunay na pulubi?

Sino (sino) sino (sino)

Ang tunay na pulubi?

Sino (sino) sino (sino)

Ang tunay na pulubi?

Palasyo mansyon (matayog na bahay)

Negosyo ambisyon (kay daming alalay)

Iba’t ibang bansa (makapal na alahas)

Laging destinasyon (di ka ba nangangalay?)

Di mabilang na pera (animo'y pabuyang)

Matatag na karera (takot na magkulang)

Kaya mong mabili, lahat ng nasayo

Sana wala kang binebenta

Pero sa kasagsagan ng pagtamasa mo nito

Minsan ba’y tumigil at tinanong ang sarili mo

Naiintindihan mo bang lahat ng sinasabi ko?

Isang sagot na diretso at di ka malilito

Kayang itago ang apoy kaso hindi ang usok

Pag nagmamadali malalim ang tibong tumusok

Sa magarang sapatos ng paang puno ng bubog

Nakahiga sa karangyaan di naman makatulog

Ngayon ay nasa ospital may karamdamang malala

Na minsan ang pinakamalungkot ay ang mahal na kama

Wala ang mga anak at katuwang na asawa

Oras ay ang syang tunay na kayamanang napapamana

Laging salat sa salapi

Sugat na kay hapdi

Bubong ang puro tagpi

Pawis na di makubli

Kalye at lansangan

Ang hapag kainan

Laging natitikman

Mga tira-tirang ilan

Sino (sino) sino (sino)

Ang tunay na pulubi?

Sino (sino) sino (sino)

Ang tunay na pulubi?

Sino (sino) sino (sino)

Ang tunay na pulubi?

Sino (sino) sino (baka tayo)

Ang tunay na pulubi?

Always short of money

Wounded with pain

Roof is pure patchwork

Sweat that can't be hidden

Streets and streets

The dining table

Always tasted

Some leftovers

Who (who) who (who)

The real beggar?

Who (who) who (who)

The real beggar?

Who (who) who (who)

The real beggar?

Who (who) who (who)

The real beggar?

Those on the road have dirty clothes

Probably no bath once torn

It's not just the clothes, it's what you carry

Often will with hand pain

Regret, who can heal

We go for a walk because it's hard to get there

Always meet and never look back

How hard is the difficulty to try to touch

To find out, wear slippers that are broken

I every time your youngest brother has a fever

On a chilly night or at noon in the summer

We are the only ones around to hug again

Even in this life we ​​are together

Cardboard on the road looks like a soft bed

The husband has children and a helper

Time is the real hereditary treasure

Who (who) who (who)

The real beggar?

Who (who) who (who)

The real beggar?

Who (who) who (who)

The real beggar?

Who (who) who (who)

The real beggar?

Palace mansion (tall house)

Business ambition (for many)

Different countries (thick jewelry)

Always a destination (don’t you need to?)

Countless money (as if it were a reward)

Stable career (fear of wanting)

You can buy, everything is in order

I hope you don’t sell

But in the fullest of your enjoyment of it

Have you ever stopped and asked yourself

Do you understand everything I say?

An answer that is straightforward and you will not be confused

Able to hide the fire case not the smoke

When in a hurry, the sting is deep

In elegant shoes full of glass

Lying in luxury can't sleep

Now in the hospital with a serious illness

That sometimes the saddest is the expensive bed

No children and co -wife

Time is the real treasure that is inherited

Always short of money

Wounded with pain

Roof is pure patchwork

Sweat that can't be hidden

Streets and streets

The dining table

Always tasted

Some leftovers

Who (who) who (who)

The real beggar?

Who (who) who (who)

The real beggar?

Who (who) who (who)

The real beggar?

Who (who) who (maybe we)

The real beggar?