Ekainak 24 - Vendetta

Paroles de la chanson Ekainak 24:

Ekainak 24, gabon.

Herrian zer berri?

Neurea malkoz busti ta zeuena egin

Idatzi soilez eztut min hau inola hanpatzerik

Orbela daraman bezala, haizeak narama ni

Haizeak eman ditu, milaka abesti

Haizeak eman ditu, nahi nuke nik jakin

IDATZI SOILEZ EZTUT MIN HAU INOLA HANPATZERIK

ORBELA DARAMAN BEZALA, HAIZEAK NARAMA NI

San Juan suak senti nahirik

Bero haren falta dut nik

San Juan suak senti nahirik

Urrun zaituztedanetik

Eskutitzetan zuek orain berdin sentitzea

Ondo dakizu ama eztela hain erreza

Ametsak zirriborro baten idaztea zer da

Gero garbira pasatzeko astirik ez bada?

Haizeak eman ditu, milaka abesti

Haizeak eman ditu, nahi nuke nik jakin

AMETSAK ZIRRIBORRO BATEN IDAZTEA ZER DA

GERO GARBIRA PASATZEKO ASTIRIK EZ BADA?

San Juan suak senti nahirik

Bero haren falta dut nik

San Juan suak senti nahirik

Urrun zaituztedanetik

Negarraren negarrez eztut muxu ematerik

Ta enuke inolaz orain hau esan beharrik:

Bide luzea dugun arren, goazen elkarrekin

Izarrak gurekin baitaude, ametsen zaindari

BELDURRIK EZ DEN BIHOTZETAN

AITAREN MALKOETAN

MEMORIA GAZTE GARAIETAN

LAGUN MINEN BESARKADETAN

UDAKO GAU LUZETAN

URRUN SENTITZEN DUDAN HERRIKO KALEETAN

San Juan suak senti nahirik

Bero haren falta dut nik

San Juan suak senti nahirik

Urrun zaituztedanetik

Paroles de la chanson June 24:

June 24, Christmas Eve.

What's new in town?

Wet mine with tears and do yours

I can't write this pain in a simple way

As the leaves carry me, the wind carries me

The wind has blown, thousands of songs

The wind has blown, I wish I knew

JUST WRITE DON'T STOP THIS PAIN IN ANY WAY

LIKE THE WIND, THE WIND CARRIES ME

Wanting to feel the fires of St. John

I miss that heat

Wanting to feel the fires of St. John

Far be it from you

Feel the same in the letters now

You know very well that motherhood is not so easy

What a dream it is to write a draft

If you don't have time to clean up then?

The wind has blown, thousands of songs

The wind has blown, I wish I knew

WHAT DREAMS OF WRITING IN A DRAFT

IF THERE IS NO TIME TO PLEASE CLEAN THEN?

Wanting to feel the fires of St. John

I miss that heat

Wanting to feel the fires of St. John

Far be it from you

I can't cry crying

And now I have to say this:

Although we have a long way to go, let's go together

Because the stars are with us, the guardians of dreams

IN FEARLESS HEARTS

IN THE FATHER'S TEARS

MEMORY IN YOUNG TIMES

IN THE HUGS OF MY FRIENDS

ON LONG SUMMER NIGHTS

ON THE STREETS OF THE TOWN I FEEL FAR AWAY

Wanting to feel the fires of St. John

I miss that heat

Wanting to feel the fires of St. John

Far be it from you