Haltzak ez du bihotzik

No heart for the dead,
no bones for the wild ones;
they thought they could say
that the sons of fathers lie.

The valley of Ando,
or the lush valley,
with no weapons in hand
they cut my heart out.

Berterretx on the bed,
whispering to the girl:
"Be sharp and act cool,
there's no man to be seen."

The nests right away,
they saw as it was,
if you had three dozen
from one window to another.

Berterretx at the window,
calling out to Jaon Kunti,
like a hundred cows
with their bull on the loose.

Jaon Kunti right away,
like a traitor:
"Berterretx, I’ll be back,
I’ll speak my words right away."

Mother, with a heavy heart,
with a heavy burden,
everyone living will remember
that good midnight of Easter.