Biziraun
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
Wander
In a town I don't know
Suddenly, I appeared quietly
I entered a cafe, took a seat
And started looking around me
A couple whispering, challenging the world
Scratching life
Nurturing love with kisses
They barely leave room for others
I turn to the TV, TV, TV...
Although the news, all the news,
most of the news
show happiness shown by teeth,
by a little happiness
Sanz says no, no to the Basque
three Palestinians in jail, Real Madrid scores
gunshot bang, arrested tied up everywhere
and I wonder what this is
live or endure, live or endure,
wander without you
Occasionally I get drunk
each with their own sorrows
keeping them close
that's what we are
helpless, deep hole
what I feel is not at all good
sometimes, often, too much, very often
I realize I'm wrong
waiter: a coffee, empty and double
I don't want to dream today, today, today...
It's enough, I don't want to show my darkness
raise an angel and just want to take it out
I would like to go out to the outside world
but it's hard for me,
it's hard for me, yes
and I'm not talking,
I'm not talking about blood and ruins
I have many wounds to heal
that's all, forgive
Once you wrote that new story
I would like to exchange it for my poem
just to know that I was suffering
while you were
what were you doing
what were you doing
To be as happy as you seem
I wish you well