badakit
triste zaudenean goibelduta
begiak itxi eta amets egiten duzu
kolore artean esnatuaz
ohe hutsaren berotasun faltsuan
kalean barrena ormetako
pintada gorriz laztanduaz eskua
jada ulertu dut behin eta berriz
garbitu arren zikinik dagoela
eta nire artean pentsatzen dut
entzuten diren gezur denen egiaz
dena da polita desberdina
begi aurrean ikusten ez duguna
badakit urruti zu sentitu arren
sarri oroitzen zarela
inoiz ez duzula aukerarik izan
bake eta guda hautatzeko
berandu da horretarako
behar zaitut laztana
bihotzaren taupada.
I Know
When you're lost in sadness
you close your eyes and dream
awakening in a world of colors
in the emptiness of an empty bed
walking through the streets of dreams
hand painted in red graffiti
I already understood once and again
that even if you clean it, it's still dirty
and I think to myself
that all the lies we hear
are beautiful but different
what we don't see in front of our eyes
I know, even if you feel far away
you often remember
that you never had a choice
to choose between peace and war
it's too late for that
I need you to paint
the heartbeat's echo.