The smell of smoke, the smell of sweat
Sweeping hands
Seven children begging
There is still a lack of moss
The smell is sure
It will only be bad luck
When tired and exhausted
Boy garlic is opposite
Everyone is in a hurry
Traffic is on the expressway
Winning on the boulevard
Sunset in manila bay
Mama-manila mama-manila
Mama-manila mama-nila
Para-para-para-para boss
It's just next door
I'm just giddy with malate...
Smell of smoke, smell of sweat
Jeepney driver is annoyed
Does not want to join the queue
The rickshaw is pulled up
At the corner three policemen
Having a snack of corn
If the seller is nice
Don't be surprised
Everyone is in a hurry
Traffic is on the expressway
The boulevard is windy
Sunset at manila bay
Mama-manila mama-manila
Mama-manila mama-nila
Para-para-para-para boss
Take it to the quiapo bridge
Three million souls
Looking for comfort
Laksa- Many voices
Not losing hope
Three million souls
Looking for comfort
Many voices
Not losing hope