Haizea dator ifarraldetik, hego berotik ekaitza, ez da nabari lanbro artean asaba zaharren baratza... eguneroko lagunak ditut beldurra eta zalantza, ardo txar honek eragiten dit noraezeko balantza. Itzal gaiztoak isurtzen dira mendi hegaletan behera argi apalak badoaz laster bat-batean itzaltzera... izen zehatzak uzten ditugu erortzen zulo beltzera, prestatzen gera etxe hustua arrotz guziei saltzera. Etxea hustuz badoa ere noizbait bazuen biztunik, ez dut onartzen ordez datorren maizter aldrebes hiztunik... nahi ez badugu denon artean eraman karga astunik gurdi okerra zuzen lezakeen dotrinarikan ez dut nik. Agur oihanak, agur itsaso, atariko lizardia imajinetan izkutatzen zait hurbileko izadia odolarekin pozointzen dugu herri baten izerdia irrintzi gorriz auzika dator irabazleen zaldia.

The air is coming from the north, from the hot south the storm, the fog doesn't let one see the garden of the old ancestors fear and doubt I have as my everyday companions, this bad wine is causing me to stagger aimlessly Dark shadows flow down the sides of the mountains dim lights are dying away rapidly we're letting exacting words fall into a black hole, we're getting ready to sell the empty house to any stranger Although the house is becoming empty, at one time it did have inhabitants I do not accept the new tenants' twisted chatter if we don't want to share this heavy load together I don't have the sacred words that could straighten the crooked cart Goodbye forests, goodbye sea, ash tree grove by the front door in images the nearby creation hides from me with blood we poison the sweat of a people with naked cries comes prosecuting the victors' horse.

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