Ostatuko neskatxaren koplak
Oskorri
The songs of the last girl
The day has quieted down for us
peaceful next to the meadow
your breath warmer
the heart's confidant.
In the last verse he sings
the dog howls to be born
he gives it to the red roof
a black and bloodied cloth.
A bundle on the grass
the wind has a soft voice
the enemy's footsteps are sharp
the bitterness of hatred.
The apple tree with proud bark
the horse is not cold
In Spain they have a prisoner
my old iron chest.
The beautiful forest has a bear
the meadow has a dirty fence
in these outskirts some gentlemen
usually eat their word.
The river comes in a flood
the wind in the depth of the water
euskal woman, men's blood
it doesn't dry up in vain.
The apples are rotten
the ponds have been poisoned
we used to be on the other side
now we are the proud patriots.
The summer seasons the harvest
beautifully ripens in the meadow
my neck without a collar
the masusta of the wild boar.
We have sown the wheat
the apple trees have turned red
when will you return hope
I can't wait for you.
The rain is soaking
the snow looks dirty
my heart can't
ever say goodbye.
The birds have passed
the forests are abundant
you have my sweet honey
when you come it will overflow.
The field has a chill
we have the seed
it will be sown in my furrows
a seed that cannot be uprooted.
