Batzutan
Egunak, orduak
soinuak, oihuak
bustita dauden kaletan
jentea ibiltzen
ez naute ikusten.
Zertan naizen desberdina
ez zaie axola,
ta ez zait inporta
Ezer... Ezer...
Ze leku gutxi gelditzen zait
papelak galtzeko
ta ez antzezteko
Etengabe nago galdetzen
zer nago egiten
bizi ala irauten?
Ta zer... ta zer...
Batzutan laztana
zurekin egan joaten naiz
teilatu gainetan
izarrak margozten ditut
ostadarraren koloretan
inork ikusten ez nauenetan
niri ere ez zait gustatzen
marra gainditzea
une eroetan
Komunetako ispiluetan dudan begira,
dudan irrifarra
Baina bakarrik nagola
argiak ixteak,
ixilik kristalezko bihurtzen naiz
Batzuetan apurtzen naiz
hamaika mila zatitan
banaka gordetzen ditut
leku izkutu artean
inork ez ditzan aurkitu
hitz politen artean
batzutan zurea bait naiz
ta itzalena besteetan
Biluztu eta eska gorputz eta arima,
muxukatu baina ez piztu
argia, zergatik da hain zaila
onartzea
bizitzea zer den irautea zer den
Eta Batzuetan apurtzen naiz
hamaika mila zatitan
banaka gordetzen ditut
leku izkutu artean
inork ez ditzan aurkitu
hitz politen artean
batzutan zurea bait naiz
haizearena besteetan
ez naizenetan... ez naizenetan...
nahiz besteetan
Sometimes
Days, hours
sounds, echoes
in crowded streets
people walking
I don't see you.
What am I different in
they don't care,
and you don't mind
Nothing... Nothing...
There are few places left for me
to lose papers
and not to act
I am constantly asking
what am I doing
living or enduring?
And what... and what...
Sometimes the itch
I go with you
above the roof
I paint the stars
in the color of rust
when no one sees me
I don't like it either
overcoming the line
in difficult times
In the mirrors of the bathrooms in the communities,
the reflection I have
But being alone
turning off the lights,
I become glassy
Sometimes I break
in thousands of pieces
I keep them alone
in hidden places
where no one can find them
among the most beautiful words
sometimes I am yours
and in the shadow of others
Dress and ask for body and soul,
kiss but don't ignite
the light, why is it so difficult
to accept
what it is to live what it is
And Sometimes I break
in thousands of pieces
I keep them alone
in hidden places
where no one can find them
among the most beautiful words
sometimes I am yours
the wind's in others
not in me... not in me...
even in others