Iruten ari nuzu (con Miguel Bosé) - Kepa Junkera, Miguel Bose

Iruten ari nuzu, kilua gerrian

Ardura dudalarik nigarra begian

Nigar egiten duzu oi suspirarekin

Kontsolaturen zira oi denborarekin

Ezkon mina dudala zuk omen diozu

Ez dut amore minik, gezurra diozu

Jendek erraiten dute hala ez dena franko

Ene maite pollita, zure ta enetako

Ezkon mina dutenak seinale dirade:

Matel-hezurrak idor, koloriak berde

Estoy hilando, con la rueca a la cintura

Y a menudo me asaltan las lágrimas a los ojos

¡Ay, cómo lloras y suspiras!

Ya te consolarás con el tiempo

Dicen que vas diciendo que me muero por casarme;

Mientes, yo no tengo mal de amores

La gente dice de ti y de mí, preciosa mía

Muchas cosas que no son verdad

Los que se mueren por casarse están marcados:

Se les quedan chupados los carrillos y la cara verdusca

You're spinning, a pound at your waist

I'm worried about the tears in my eyes

You cry with a sigh

You will be comforted with time

You say I'm in love with marriage

I'm not in pain, you're lying

People say that not everything is frank

My dear chick, yours and mine

Those who are in pain are married:

Dry matel bones, green in color

I'm spinning, with the wheel on my waist

And often tears well up in my eyes

Alas, how you cry and sigh!

You will be comforted in time

They say you're saying I'm dying to get married;

You're lying, I'm not in love

People say goodbye to you and me

Many things that are not true

Those who die by marriage are marked:

Their cheeks and greenish faces are sucked