Rumblings in a cold night (ama lug hay ama lag hay)

It’s freezing and cold

It’s the season of the mold

It’s the winter that I scold.

I am hibernating and on hold

 I might even be bold

but never able to say behold

and take this piece of gold

as a token for my eternal love

I wish if I could hug

Another being I can tug

To my bed and then we snug.