Aldapeko

At the tip of the apple tree branch
At the tip of the tip
There was a bird singing.
Xiru-liruli, xiru-liruri,
Who will dance
to that little tune?

In the meadow of Zubiburu
Under the forest of the mountain,
Under the under,
There is a flower for the dancer.
Xiru-liruli, xiru-liruri,
Who will pick
that charming flower?

The pain in my heart
that I have suffered in this century,
The pain of the pain,
How should I bear it?
Xiru-liruli, xiru-liruri,
Take my love and my pain!