Itsasoan urak haundi

In a family of seven friends
our father was a carpenter
although he was not the mayor of our town,
he did the work.

The waves in the sea are big,
for those who want to dive
the works in our town are big,
they are tough, they are strong,
for those of us who are divided.

The clear paths they are marking
will not be for us,
an obstacle that comes without
putting a stop to the old road.

In the sea...

Our sorrows from so many mountains
have a thousand echoes
and if we don't choose wisely,
we will be lost there.