[Aquino:]
|
For seven years I've been in here
|
Seven years down in the holea¢æ¡±they said
|
a¢æ©«Your watch, your glasses and your wedding ring
|
You won't need them anymorea¢æ?
|
|
I felt abandoneda¢æ¡±I felt cast aside
|
So where is God who never sleeps?
|
I heard a voice say, a¢æ©«Why do you cry?a¢æ?
|
Then I found my inner peace
|
|
[Imelda:]
|
Ninoy, you were my first love
|
But you said I was too tall
|
The heart gets stronger and grows colder
|
For the Rose of Tacloban
|
Aquino:
|
I begged to God could he forgive me now?
|
And take back all those things I said
|
This moment was a gift from above
|
Maybe it's some kind of test
|
|
[Imelda:]
|
Santo NiA¡¾o, Santo NiA¡¾o
|
Take good care of him
|
Santo NiA¡¾o, Santo NiA¡¾o
|
Take good care of him
|
|
Ninoy, remember a long time ago
|
You used to walk me to my home?
|
Who set you free? Who built this hospital?
|
You think I hate you but you're wrong
|
|
[Aquino:]
|
For seven years I wore this crucifix
|
A necklace that watched over me
|
Face to face with mortality
|
I let go of all my fears
|
|
[Imelda:]
|
Now my husband he might hate you
|
But you know I saved your life
|
Ninoy, don't be a hero
|
I beg you, don't get on that flight
|
|
[Imelda:]
|
Santo NiA¡¾o, Santo NiA¡¾o
|
Take good care of him
|
Santo NiA¡¾o, Santo NiA¡¾o
|
Take good care of him
|
|
Santo NiA¡¾o, Santo NiA¡¾o
|
Take good care of him
|
Santo NiA¡¾o, Santo NiA¡¾o
|
Take good care of him
|
|
-----------------
|
Seven Years
|
| Fatboy Slim |
