Mendian Gora Haritza
Imanol
Up the Mountain the Ram
Up the mountain the ram
The sheep walk on the rocks
The sea breeze brings
The smell of the water
I want to sing about life
If the word doesn't deceive you
I would put God in a dance
If I were a believer
The sadness of the Basque Country
The warmth of the sheep's wool
The bird has been filled with mourning
And has lost its humor
Give me freshness
Water from hand to hand
The blue thread of the stars woven
I live happily
The poet of the Basque Country
The trumpet of the countryside
Chasing the sound of death
And bumping into emptiness
The hidden pen of the explanations kept for you
Creating life every morning
That's where it belongs
The world is not always a celebration
Sometimes it's sad too
But there are a thousand reasons
To sing happily
Otherwise, for the pains to come
I don't want to throw a sigh
At least in the night I'm dying
Let me sleep peacefully
