Baldorba
Herrikoiak
Deception
In the church without a bell
a generous space,
in the human wall
for your passion.
Oh Deception!
sun and swirling wind;
apple-cider river,
your album.
Red earth, carved stone,
song of apple and cherry.
In the guitar's strings
the voice of the Armenian canon.
Oh Deception!
tell me who from the path
banished the deceived one!
Your Romanesque smile
half frozen and abandoned
left the name
of the deceived one I want.
Oh Deception!
tell me who from the path
banished the deceived one!
Oh Deception!
remembering you
we are.
