Oh little Hongkong from the Sea
By the breeze of Sulu Sea
The land below the wind they say
The heritage never fails to enemy.
Oh my playground
I used to roam around
In my little innocent mind
I grew up with pride high
The wind blows from the sea
The travelers are to cross the bay
Here was the village in history
The Europeans come for them to see
They want to take it but mystery
I love you sea. Layag Sug!