A keresés eredménye

The Bard of Itzaltzu

Hundreds of pigeons in the sky of Elkorreta
Searching in despair for the bard of Itzaltzu
Each one carries a grain of wheat on their beak
To be placed on the lips of Gartxot
 
You taught, on the summit of Elkorreta,
How expensive it is to pay
To be a tenant of your own land
 
How durable it is!
Your promise that provokes love to the earth
Though she trembles and moves
 
Drowning in a handful of dirt
A transparent voice of your child
As you remembered how each town
Had buried their dead
 
But you, Gartxot,
You did not have the honor of Abraham,
And the nightingale that speaks of the Basque epic of Mikelot,
You had bestowed to the earth
Lest we must sing it in sacred and wicked tongues
For under the yoke of these Latin foreigners
It was unlawful!
 
In this territory, there is no heavenly angel
Than the faithful dog, Otsalburu
Who will ease your pain
More than the bosom of your sweet land
 
An ominous eagle, looking sideways
The harbinger of death
I'd fly under its wings
In search of the elegies that have escaped
That slipped from its claws
So that it will be strengthened
By our minds!
 
Alas, Fray Martin!
Your wickedness had slain this bard!
But his immortal wrath,
Shall always haunt you and your morning prayers!
The devil will sing them for you!
 
Today, wanting to hear the echo of history
After centuries have passed,
Looking at this land
 
Your Song of Altabizkarko 1
I long for it, Gartxot
Waiting, when I can hear it
In my already declining health?
 
As the snow falls on Elkorreta
Flowing down the river
Transparent and bouncing,
The tears of earth that shed
 
Oh, beautiful songbird,
Where will you be singing?
The wind carries the wailing of the stones
Through the valley of Salazar
 

• 1. Referring to an epic poem about the Battle of Roncesvalles, sung from a Basque perspective

Blacks Don't Sing

Streets
were set on fire
And dogs
unleashed
masters of their own life
Difficult times
are coming
Who does not want to see
the redness of
the freedom?
 
The leakage of
this huge amount of water
have soaked
the whole earth
The right of
indignation
is rising
with powerful words
 
Blacks, don't sing
It is useless
Use your force
to fight off forces
Your life
is very short
Set yourself free.
 
Harlem of hungers
Harsh melodies
Nameless
old miseries
The hanging
tough chests
and the suppresed
cracking sounds
 
Blacks, Don't sing
Again, Don't sing
Use your force
to fight off forces
Moises won't descend
from the sky
He was already sold
for the gold.
 
But you, the Blacks
If you begin
We will become
Blacks as well
Forever
in this same battle
against the laws
of the same masters.
 
Blacks, Don't sing
Again, Don't sing
Close your mouth
Lift up your sword
Our life
belongs to us
Nobody can
steal it