Arbasoen Mendekua
Gaur amets egin dut
gure arbasoekin
beraiekin mintzatu gara,
hilerri batetara
eraman gaituzte
lambro eta hilargi betea.
Hitzegin digute
beraien garaiaz,
nola borrokatzen zuten
etsaiaren aurka,
irrintzi ohiuak
sardeak eskuan,
berriz altxako dira
mendekua egongo
mendekua egongo da.
Beraien hilobitik
nahi lukete irten
ixilik laino artean,
gure ondora itzuli
mamuak ohi duten
jakinduriz hornituta.
Tristuraz beteta
bizi ohi zirela
nortasuna galtzen
ari ginela ikusita,
guk esan diegu
etsiko ez dugula
beraiekin batera
mendekua egongo
mendekua egongo da.
Bukaera gabeko arazoa
mendirik mende.
Hil zirenak ere
jadanik aspertu dira.
Mendi gailurrera igotzean
sentimenduek
oroitzen didate
lur zati hau
norena dan
Opposite of the Forest
Today I dreamed
with our forests
we talked to them,
they took us
to a cemetery
full of lambs and full moon.
They told us
about their grief,
how they fought
against the enemy,
usual screams
swords in hand,
they will rise again
the opposite of the forest
the opposite of the forest.
From their graves
they would like to leave
quietly among the mist,
return to us
mothers who used to
knowingly provide.
Filled with sadness
they used to live
losing their identity
seeing us,
we have told them
we will not give up
together with them
the opposite of the forest
the opposite of the forest.
Endless problem
from century to century.
Even the dead
have already become impatient.
When climbing to the top of the mountain
feelings
remind us
of this piece of land
who it belongs to