opium lestre


Sandali na lang - Hale


Sandali na lang
Konting panahon
Aking paghihintay
Na makasama ka

Sandali na lang
At abot tanaw
Panalangin ko
Na makita ka

Naiinip, nasasabik, kasing bilis
Nang isang iglap mahahanap
Sa may ulap
Nagtatanong, nagtataka
Bat wala ka pa?
Nakatingala, nakatulala
Pero sabi mo

Sandali na lang
At nandito na
At ang panahon
Ay wala sa ating kamay

Huwag mag-alala
Maraming oras pa
Ang nakalaan
Para sa ating dal'wa

Naiinip, nasasabik, kasing bilis
Nang isang iglap mahahanap
Sa may ulap
Nagtatanong, nagtataka
Bat wala ka pa?
Nakatingala, nakatulala
Pero sabi mo

Sandali na lang
Sandali na lang
Sandali na lang
Sandali na lang

Hmmm... hmmm... hmmm...
Hmmm... hmmm... hmmm...

Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013

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