Matrícula SS

This is the story of Patxi
Patxi Harrizabaleta
A true Gipuzkoan
A fan of mushrooms,
Galanpernas, Urrizizas
Perretxikos and some Beltzas

One autumn morning
He took his Ford Fiesta
License plate SS
Heading to Nabarra
He didn’t think it through
Or the danger he was in

He arrived at the Ultzama mountains
Nervous and eager
To fill all the baskets
To make some cash
He didn’t know what awaited him
A gruesome ambush

At the edge of Inaxio
Our Patxi was confronted
Turn back to Gipuzkoa
You’re in Nabarra’s mountains
Don’t mess with me
Or you’ll taste my lead

Patxi returned empty-handed
And with a busted face
The mushrooms for Inaxio
He got a punch instead
And what he was about to find
He couldn’t have imagined

All four tires slashed
And the moon shattered
And a note that said
Never come back to Ultzama
Or you know what happens
With the gift for home

From that moment on
He only thought of one thing
Buying a new car
Registered in Nafarroa
To return to these lands
And start his revenge