Day and night
they work as fathers
Like a father,
they cared for their lands
they nourish it with their hands
The soil is fertile,
now lets go!
Uproot the weeds,
Plant the seeds!
Their patience and labor feeds the country
In the name of the heroes we engraved, how do we forget thee?
The sun is up and his sweats wets him
His skin is dark, the whole day his carabao is with him
In his beast he put his trust
seeds of thy labor, to grow it must
He waters them day and night
He sleeps in the kiosk under the stary night
He dreamed of harvesting,
for him it was worth his efforts
To harvest what he planted
That is simple and all he wanted
Until harvesting season comes,
He harvested with joy
At the end of the day,
His grains are gold,
Goldened by the sunset
The rice in our table they can assure
Our farmers are heroes,
In our motherland they're a living treasure
