Aiumeen Basoa - Arlekina

Eguna hil da iadanik
Ilargia oharaurreko tristuraz
Agertu da (Bis)

Gauaren edertasunak
Sasiak laztantzen ditu errekalaino
Mantu goxoaz
Haizeak sagarrondoak
Astintzen ditu (Bis)

Itzal fantasmagorikoak
Irudikatzen dituelarik
Non hauetan pozaren altxorra
Bere tristurarengatik
Lortzen duen arlekin bat
Aurkitzen da eserita
Suaren ondoan
Sagar batekin eskuetan

Aiumeen Basotik
Datorren negar goxo bat
Entzun dezake

Baina arlekin nekatuak
Nahiago du haizean ito
Eta mundu materialeko
Biktima baten zain egon
Bere tokia okupa dezan

Aiumeen basotik
Datorren еmakume eder bat
Hurbiltzеn zaio
Senda malkartsutik
Beirazko errekak
Lagundurik
Honek beharrezko duen jakinduria
Eman diolarik kondenatuari
Sinestarazteko

Wood of screams (Harlequin)
The day is dead already
The moon appears
With the sadness of before going to bed

The beauty of the night
Caresses the bushes until the river
With its tender cloak
The wind shakes
The apple trees

It forms
Spooky shadows
Where the treasure
Of happiness
Is achieved by the harlequin
Through his sadness
He sits down near it
With an apple in his hand

He can hear
A sweat cry
Coming from the wood of screams

But the tired harlequin
Prefers to drown in the wind
And be waiting for a victim
From the material world
In order to occupy his place

A beautiful woman
Is approaching
From the wood of screams
Through the steep slope
Assisted by the river of glasses
Because it gives
The necessary wisdom
For the condemned
To believe