Biziraun - Berri Txarrak

Ezagutzen ez dudan herri batean

Bapatean, ixilean bezala agertu naiz

Kafetegi barrura sartu, lekua hartu

Eta nire ingurura begiratzen jarri naiz

Bikote bat muxuka mundua desafiatzen

Bizitza xurgatzen

Muxuz-muxu maitasuna puzten

Ez dute besteentzako lekurik apenas uzten

Telebistari begira jarri naiz, naiz, naiz…

Nahiz eta albisteek, berri guztiek

Berri gehienek

Hortzak erakusten dioten zorionari

Zorion apurrari

Sanzek ezetz, ezetz euskarari

Hiru palestinar zulora, real madrilek gola

Arma tiro pum, atxilotu lotuak edonun

Eta galdetzen dut zer ote den hau

Bizi ala iraun, bizi ala iraun

Biziraun zu barik

Noizean behin barregin

Bakoitzak bere ikarak

Gordetzen ditu berekin

Halakoak gara

Ezinegona, zulo sakona

Sentitzen dudana ez da batere ona

Batzutan, askotan, gehiegitan, oso maiz

Gaizki nabilela ohartzen naiz

Kamarero: kafe bat, hutsa ta doblea

Gaur ez dut ametsik egin nahi, nahi, nahi…

Nahikoa da, ez dut ilunegi azaldu gura

Altxa aingura eta bakarrik atera nahiko

Nuke kanpoko mundura

Baina kosta egiten zait

Kosta egiten zait, bai

Ta ez naiz ari

Ez naiz ari damu eta erruei buruz

Hainbat zauri irekirik ditut

Horixe da dena, barkatu

Behin idatzi zenuen elaberri hura

Nire poemengatik trukatu nahi nuke

Jakiteko behingoz ni sufritzen

Ari nintzen bitartean

Zu zertan ari zinen

Zertan ari ote zinen

Dirudizun bezain zoriontsu

Izan zaitezen opa dizut

In a town I don't know

Suddenly, I appeared silent

Go inside the cafe, take a seat

And I started looking around

A couple kissing challenges the world

Absorbing life

Kissing kisses inflates love

They barely leave room for others

I'm watching TV, I'm, I'm…

Even the news, all the news

Most news

To the happiness that teeth show

Congratulations

Sanz said no to Basque

Three Palestinian holes, real Madrid goal

Gun shoot pum, arrest tied anywhere

And I wonder what this is

Live or survive, live or survive

Survive without you

Laugh from time to time

Each with his own fears

He keeps them with him

We are like that

Uneasiness, deep hole

What I feel is not good at all

Sometimes, too often, too often, too often

I realize I'm wrong

Waiter: A coffee, empty and double

Today I don't want to dream, want, want…

Enough, I don't want to explain it too darkly

Raise the anchor and get it out quite alone

I would go to the outside world

But it costs me

It costs me, yes

And I'm not talking

I’m not talking about remorse and guilt

I have several open wounds

That's all, sorry

You once wrote that novel

I would like to exchange it for my poems

To know that I am suffering once and for all

While I was doing it

What were you doing?

What were you doing?

As happy as it sounds

I wish you well