Haurtxo txikia - Kepa Junkera

Haurtxo txikia negarrez dago

Ama, emaiozu titia

Aita gaiztoa tabernan dago

Pikaro jokalaria

Aita jokuan, ama lanian

Hauxe bai negargarria!

Eskerrak zuri, lore polita

Alaitzen dezu etxia

La ra la…

Ardoa edan, txanponak galdu

Horlaxe dabil aitatxo

Jainko maitia, gutaz erruki

Erruki zazu amatxo

Inoiz aitatxo txintxotzen bada

Oi zeinen esker haundia!

Orduantxe nik bai ekarriko

Zapata berri txuriak

La ra la…

Begiak xabalik ametsetan

Ari naiz oso polliki

Aitak eltzian zure papattak

Txitxi ordez sartu dizkit

Joku gaizto, txar, zikin, ziztrina

Nondikan haugu sortua?

Nere maitetxo kuttun pollita

Hik dek alperrik galdua

La ra la…

Ama gaxoa lanez ta lanez

Osoro zaigu hondatu

Halere aitatxok errukirik

Bat ere ez dio hartu

Negar ta negar beti nahigabez

Inontxo ere pozik ez

Ama zerura joan zanetik

Inortxok maitasunik ez

La, la, la…

El pequeño bebé llora y llora

Madre, dale de mamar;

Y el malvado padre está en la taberna

El muy pícaro jugador

El padre jugando a cartas, la madre trabajando

¡Esto sí que es penoso!

Menos mal, mi hermosa flor

Que tú alegras esta casa

La-ra-la…

Beber vino y perder dinero

Así anda tu padrecito

¡Amado Dios!

¡Apiádate de nosotros

Apiádate de esta madre!

Si algún día se enmienda el padre

¡Oh, qué gran gracia sería!

¡Entonces sí que yo te traería

Zapatitos blancos y nuevos!

La-ra-la…

Con los ojos abiertos, soñando

Estoy con mucha calma

Tu padre me ha puesto en el puchero

Tus zapatitos en lugar de carne

¡Juego maldito, malvado, cochino, miserable!

¿Cuál es tu procedencia?

A mi hermoso bien amado

Tú lo has echado a perder

La-ra-la…

La pobre madre, de tanto trabajo

Está totalmente acabada

Sin embargo, el padre no se ha apiadado

En absoluto de ella

Ahogándose en llantos, siempre apenada

Sin encontrar gozo en ningún sitio

Desde que su madre se fue al cielo

Ya no hay nadie que le quiera

La-ra-la…

The little baby cries and cries

Mother, breastfeed him;

And the evil father is at the tavern

The very slick card player

The father playing cards, mother working

This is so painful!

Fortunately, my beautiful flower

You are the joy of this house

La-ra-la …

Drinking wine and losing money

That is your father

Dear God!

Have mercy on us!

Have mercy on this mother!

If some day, father will give up this habit

Oh!

That would be the best grace!

Then is when I will bring you your

New white shoes

La-ra-la

With open eyes, dreaming

I am very calm

Your father has put in the stew

Your shoes instead of meat

Cursed game, evil, filthy, miserable!

What is your meaning?

To my beautiful loved one

You have ruin

La-ra-la

The poor mother, of working hard

Is very weak in health

However, the father has not should no mercy at all

For her

Drowning his tears, living in sorrow

Without finding no joy in anywhere

Since his mother went to heaven

Now there is no one to love him

La-ra-la

The little baby is crying

Mom, breastfeed

The evil father is in the bar

Naughty player

Dad at work, mother at work

What a disgrace!

Thank you, beautiful flower

You guard the house

La ra la

Drink wine, lose coins

That's how it works, Dad

Dear God, have mercy on us

Have mercy on me, mother

If Daddy ever chirps

Oh what a great thank you!

That's when I'll bring both

New white shoes

La ra la

Eyes wide open in dreams

I'm very thumbs up

Dad your potatoes in the pot

He introduced them to me instead

An ugly, bad, dirty, filthy game

Where did you come from?

My dear darling chick

You're wasted

La ra la

Poor mother at work

It has completely ruined us

However, Dad had pity

He didn't take any

Crying and crying always unintentionally

Not at all happy

Ever since my mother went to heaven

No one loves it

La, la, la…

The little baby cries and cries

Mother, breastfeed;

And the evil father is in the tavern

The very naughty player

The father playing cards, the mother working

This is painful!

Luckily, my beautiful flower

May you rejoice in this house

La-ra-la

Drink wine and lose money

That's how your little father is

Dear God!

Have mercy on us

Have mercy on this mother!

If one day the father is amended

Oh, what a grace it would be!

Then I would bring you

New white shoes!

La-ra-la

Eyes wide open, dreaming

I'm very calm

Your father put me in the pot

Your little shoes instead of meat

Damn game, evil, pig, miserable!

What is your origin?

To my beautiful beloved

You ruined it

La-ra-la

The poor mother, from so much work

It is completely finished

However, the father has not taken pity on him

Not at all from her

Drowning in tears, always distressed

Without finding joy anywhere

Ever since his mother went to heaven

No one wants him anymore

La-ra-la

The little baby cries and cries

Mother, breastfeed him;

And the evil father is at the tavern

The very slick card player

The father playing cards, mother working

This is so painful!

Fortunately, my beautiful flower

You are the joy of this house

La-ra-la

Drinking wine and losing money

That is your father

Dear God!

Have mercy on us!

Have mercy on this mother!

If some day, father will give up this habit

Oh!

That would be the best grace!

Then is when I will bring you yours

New white shoes

La-ra-la

With open eyes, dreaming

I am very calm

Your father has put in the stew

Your shoes instead of meat

Cursed game, evil, filthy, miserable!

What is your meaning?

To my beautiful loved one

You have ruined

La-ra-la

The poor mother, of working hard

Is very weak in health

However, the father has not should no mercy at all

For her

Drowning his tears, living in sorrow

Without finding no joy in anywhere

Since his mother went to heaven

Now there is no one to love him

La-ra-la