Filipinos what have we become
Don't you know that we are one
I used to see a painting
The rarest one that I've seen
Where people carried a small house
Made of bamboo and palm tree leaves
We call it Bayanihan
The brotherhood of all men
We were a great example
To every man, woman, and child
But today I just can't see
The painting that I used to see
Where are the people who carried our brotherhood
Wish they could come again
Filipinos what have we become
Don't you know that we are one
I used to read a story
About our hospitality
When people came to our house
We treated them as family
We offered seats to strangers
To the ladies and the elders
We helped them cross the streets
If they can't make it on their own
But today I just can't see
The story that I used to read
Where are the people who carried our brotherhood
Wish they would come again
We are the people of the sun
We rise when we fall
And help those who can't make it on their own
Because we are one
Filipinos of the world
The people of the sun
We rise for everyone
Help those who can't make it on their own
Because we are one
Filipinos of the world