Astelehen urdin batean
Itoiz
On a Blue Monday
Stars with crowns
In the kingdom of ice
They cry out to the sky
Searching for their sons
Stars with crowns
In the kingdom of ice
They escape to the ground
Looking for a riverbank
Stars with crowns
With sharp eyes
They are placed in the sea
On a blue Monday
Stars with crowns
Those who are starting to shine
Stars with crowns
Those who bury lies in the grave
And then, after drinking clean water
They go back home to tighten the bow
Stars with crowns
In the sky, cutting through
Falling to the ground.
