Agur Xiberua
Sorlekhia ützirik gazte nintzalarik
Parisen sarthü nintzan korajez betherik
Plaseres gose eta bürian hartürik
Behar niala alagera bizi
Bostetan geroztik
Nigar egiten dit
Xiberua zuri
Agur Xiberua
Bazter güzietako xokhorik eijerrana
Agur sorlekhia
Zuri ditit ene ametsik goxuenak
Bihotzan ersitik
Bostetan elki deitadazüt hasperena
Zü ützi geroztik
Bizi niz trixterik
Abandonatürik
Ez beita herririk
Parisez besterik
Zü bezalakorik.
Palazio eijerretan gira alojatzen
Eta segür goratik aide freska hartzen
Gaiñ behera soginez beitzait üdüritzen
Horri gañen nizala agitzen
Bene ez dira heben
Bazterrak berdatzen
Txoriek khantatzen!
Agur Xiberua...
Goodbye Basque Country
Leaving the village while still young
I arrived in Paris with a heavy heart
Filled with pleasure and taken by the storm
I need to live freely
Since forever
I miss you
Basque Country
Goodbye Basque Country
The most beautiful corner of all the lands
Goodbye village
I give you my sweetest dreams
From the bottom of my heart
Since forever I call you in my dreams
If I leave you behind
I live in sadness
Abandoned
There is no other town
Apart from Paris
There is no one like you
We stay in the palace hotels
And we take fresh air from the secure heights
The sea breeze refreshes my soul
I feel at home there
They are not far away
The lands are turning green
The birds are singing!
Goodbye Basque Country...