Erribera

Riverside, Riverside
The width of your lands
Where the sun sets
It sets

In your fertile land
The intentions that seep
Will deeply take
The joyful land

Your old castles
Ancient with secrets
Speaks in sad whispers
Of its pain

In the old cracked walls
Birds are singing
Denouncing the silence
Of the castle's sleep

Old brother Navarre
The first drop of rain
In the fields of barley
That dream