Zeinen Ederra Izango Den

How beautiful it will be
The sun rays drawing your shadow on the grass
A kiss on the forehead
A beer in memory of those who fell to the sky

In the small town festivals
We would wake up tomorrow
We would dance in the squares
Never like in a saint
And in each song
We would leave the bottle
If it were the last one
Or always the first one
Us
The lucky ones
Opening the box of stored dreams

How beautiful it will be
The sun rays drawing your shadow on the grass
A kiss on the forehead
A beer in memory of those who fell to the sky

When the grandchildren meet grandma
A oak tree will be planted in Urbasa
We will pass with the years
Knowing that it would live forever

With dear friends in the twilight
It will become eternal
The moon will whisper to us
That we are not all there yet
Us
The lucky ones
Opening the box of stored dreams

How beautiful it will be
The sun rays drawing your shadow on the grass
A kiss on the forehead
A beer in memory of those who fell to the sky

How beautiful it will be
The sun rays drawing your shadow on the grass
A kiss on the forehead
A beer in memory of those who fell to the sky