Gaige dikike na songson gi sanhåya giya Guahan.
Lao sumen chågo gui’.
Kulan manmaleffa siha na gaige i sengsong.
Gof dångkolo i halomtåno-ña.
Kulan na’atok gui’ gi hinasson-ñiha.
Guaha kañada siha lokkue.
Kulan ti manungo’ na gaige sumen bunito na songsong.
Åntes na tiempo,
Buente ma li’e’ i karabao siha na manmalolofan gi chalan,
Sa’ manhahanao para i saddok.
Åntes na tiempo,
Manmambisisita i atulia,
Pues mandaña i taotao siha para mangonne’ yan manappatte i guihan.
Åntes na tiempo,
Guaha i manlancheru yan i mameskadot,
Manguagualo’ i tano yan mamemeska gi tasi.
Åntes na tiempo,
Manmambisisita todu i taotao Guahan kada Måyu.
Para manmasilebra si San Jose.
Taimanu na guaha todu este gi un dikike na songsong.
There’s a little village
so far away, it feels forgotten
Jungles thick, it feels hidden
Valleys so deep, mountains so high
You wonder how come you never knew
Where karabaos stop traffic
On their way to the beach
Where Atulia visits gather all the people
To pull in the catch and share
Where there are farmers and fishermen
Tending fields and nets
Bringing home fruits, vegetables and the catch of the day
Where the island visits once a year
To celebrate San Jose and
Enjoy food, music, song and dance
How does so much come from a little village, so far away, so hidden, that we forget it’s there?