Martxa batean lehen notak
oreka Tx
First Notes in a March
The sun pierces through the fog
The snow on the peaks
Slowly descends to the valley
The heavy burden of winter.
In our depths lies the sun
Darkness and ice
The light that can break through
The heart that will beat.
As warm and wide as the heart
Arms and hands
Let's see the truth in red
Head filled with light.
For those who are still asleep
We will not give up
Tied to someone
We will not be free.
Each with their own light...
