歌词
[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
In the fields of Pangasinan, under the sun's harsh glare,
Lauro toils the golden land, his hands rough with care.
"Haan nak agtalonen," he sighs to the sky,
A tariff cut on rice, and his livelihood's dry.
[Verse 2]
"Sikami lattan iti kanayon a kakaasi,"
The government's neglect, a burden so heavy.
With a slash of a pen, in Manila's high towers,
The farmers' hard work, seems all but devoured.
[Pre-Chorus]
But the balance they seek, is a scale tipped wrong,
Three million souls, where do they belong?
In the fight for survival, against the market's cruel hand,
A gamble they won't take, for the sake of their land.
[Chorus]
Oh, the rice fields whisper, of a future unsure,
As the tariff falls, the farmers endure.
For the sake of the grain, for the price of their toil,
They stand firm on the land, their ancestral soil.
[Verse 3]
Inflation's cruel dance, spins faster each day,
While the price of their rice, just withers away.
"Less than P10 billion," the DoF may claim,
But for those in the fields, it's a losing game.
[Verse 4]
The FFF speaks, of a loss too great,
P43 billion, a twist of fate.
For each farmer's hand, that feeds the nation's need,
Is a story of struggle, of hunger, and greed.
[Pre-Chorus]
But the balance they seek, is a scale tipped wrong,
Three million souls, where do they belong?
In the fight for survival, against the market's cruel hand,
A gamble they won't take, for the sake of their land.
[Chorus]
Oh, the rice fields whisper, of a future unsure,
As the tariff falls, the farmers endure.
For the sake of the grain, for the price of their toil,
They stand firm on the land, their ancestral soil.
[Bridge]
The PhilRice data, a tale of despair,
Costs climbing high, it's just not fair.
For every kilo of palay, a price must be paid,
But when tariffs are cut, their hopes start to fade.
[Instrumental Solo]
[Chorus]
Oh, the rice fields whisper, of a future unsure,
As the tariff falls, the farmers endure.
For the sake of the grain, for the price of their toil,
They stand firm on the land, their ancestral soil.
[Outro]
So hear the farmer's lament, in the rustling grain,
A chorus of voices, singing of pain.
For the land that they love, for the rice white as bone,
They'll fight for a chance, to reap what they've sown.
[Instrumental Outro]
[End]
[Chorus]
Oh, the rice fields whisper, of a future unsure,
As the tariff falls, the farmers endure.
For the sake of the grain, for the price of their toil,
They stand firm on the land, their ancestral soil.
[Outro]
So hear the farmer's lament, in the rustling grain,
A chorus of voices, singing of pain.
For the land that they love, for the rice white as bone,
They'll fight for a chance, to reap what they've sown.
[Instrumental Outro]
[End]
