As noites da Radio Lisboa
Ezpazioan orteaz ertzik ez... lehiotik at
argiak bustitzen du nere ontzia
grabitate ezean nigan oriomen oro
iragana bihurtzen da gardena
Lurraren azala ximeldu zen
harrizko uhinak, plastikozko mende
infinitora narama, ni naiz Ulises
planetaren hautsak haizeak
zabaltzen ditu orbean
Itzalean logelan flexoaren ondoan irratia
bihotz baten taupadak nahasten ziren
Radio Lisboaren emisioez
gauaren azken mugetan... mugan
The nights of Radio Lisbon
In space, far from the shore... from the battlefield
the lights extinguish my boat
without gravity, in me, everything
the past turns into a garden
The skin of the Earth shrank
waves of stone, centuries of plastic
I go to infinity, I am Ulysses
the winds spread
the echoes of the planet in the orbit
In the darkness, in the room next to the lamp
the beats of a heart were getting mixed up
with the broadcasts of Radio Lisbon
at the last limits of the night... at the border