ZETAK

I often think of our Village. Yes. Arbizu. Well, I don’t know: those flowers… For example: I’ve heard the zozo before. Do you know what the zozo is? They also call it blackbird. Listen to his singing… Then go for a walk and listen to crickets. Everything is totally green. It is true that I lost my vision, but it’s OK. I perfectly remember all that because I saw it a long time ago. Going towards Unanua. Those spring mornings are wonderful. Then under Beriain and, well… Wow! The dog started barking! Do I have to shut up, Pello? You can’t tell him anything…

The birds told me that they talk to you
Tell me what they sang to you
 
They ask if in Amaiur
you can feel
how close we are
 
So they say
also in Baigorri
those border guides
 
Linked by the mountains
your wound is mine
and this song is ours
 
Spokespersons for what we have in common
the birds across the border
 
They dressed
Gaztelugatxe
with an elegant melody
 
and they covered
even Larrun
with beautiful songs
 
Linked by the mountains
your wound is mine
and this song is ours
The lighthouse is a witness
Your step is ours
and the return of all of us
 
Won’t we forever be those crazy people who talk to the birds?
We will be healthier if we talk more to them
 
Linked by the mountains
your wound is mine
and this song is ours
The lighthouse is a witness
Your step is ours
and the return of all of us

The neon light comes on
A black cat down the alley
Looking for me

Just silhouettes around me
And a thousand crystals on the ground
Piercing my soles

I didn’t find you in the pubs
Drunk, I wrote on the bathroom door
“Hey you, time changed us”

Where are you? Where is everybody?
Where are the promises of yesteryear?
On brûlera tous les deux

Is it hot or it’s me?
Again, alone in my bed
All over me. Over Myself.

I didn’t find you in the pubs
Drunk, I wrote on the bathroom door
“Hey you, time changed us”
Forever…
I found myself
Shaking from heaven to hell
You have to know that I prefer it another way

Your memories are wet
As if you were here
Wet over me

Your memories are wet
As if you were here
Wet over me

I didn’t find you in the pubs
Drunk, I wrote on the bathroom door
“Hey you, time changed us”
Forever…
I found myself
Shaking from heaven to hell
You have to know that I prefer it another way

The tavern overflows with blood daddy
Fighter partners now are enemies
They broke bottles on the counter
How did we get here? How?

What are we doing dad?
Hitting each other
What are we doing?
We will all die drowned
Under this blood

There they are, in the photos on the wall
The silhouettes crying blood, crying blood
The wine turned into blood
The lights went out, they went out

What are we doing dad?
Hitting each other
What are we doing?
We will all die drowned
Under this blood

9:10 pm
In a new summer morning
Dreams and me in struggle

The sun reaches the bed
Someone is cooing by my side
I’m leaving, today is a great day

Maiza tells me that they’re already at the bar
Maybe I’m late
Pello, you’re always the last, man
Come on, come on

Unstoppable on the road
Windows lowered and a scream out
Today again on the road
In search of a new song
One that we’ll never forget
that we’ll never forget

A joke from Estane
And immediately we are on Altsasu
How much vulture in the sky

“The best of the worst”
Someone sais, turn up the volume
We didn’t say the last word yet

We left our pagan god behind
Beriain, take care of Sakana
A joke, a laugh and a blow back
Go Go

Unstoppable on the road
Windows lowered and a scream out
Today again on the road
In search of a new song
One that we’ll never forget
that we’ll never forget

Reactivated flame
Reinforced
We have seen each other again
Road companions
In hell
First than in heaven

Today, the noise woke me up
You can see fire through the glass
There are six with their faces covered
We`re going back to the torches days

Fire. Give us fire without fear
You will die drowned in the smoke

There are more like us
Across the river
Willing to burn their hearts
To turn their souls into smoke

Fire. Give us fire without fear
You will die drowned in the smoke

Two black eyes
Through the Navarrería street of Pamplona
Crossing glazes

It gets dark and we finally meet
In the bathroom of the Terminal

We are two rockets
Pointing to the sky
Willing to crash into the brightest star
Up, up, up…

Two black glasses
They look white on our hands
Thirty-five milliliters of light

Looking at the ceiling
the fire goes down our throats
making the blood wash

We are two rockets
Pointing to the sky
Willing to crash into the brightest star
Up, up, up…

Cold, those fingers in my neck
The most eternal Holy Week
And finally
From neck to chest and from chest to legs
Ah, ah, mom…
This “Our Father” is eternal

Father lived longer than me
I just turned six
And the blood of the Holy Spirit
Falls down the sheets
Ah, ah, mom…
This “Our Father” is eternal

April tenth
This letter is the last one

In the red light district of Berlin
There is not a fireplace
There’s no mother

I will be back in winter
I’ll always be on time
I’ll always be on time
A cigarette and some gin
On hold
On hold

Silent
My black pen is shaking

This white leather daybed
Has become a bed
At six in the morning

I will be back in winter
I’ll always be on time
I’ll always be on time
A cigarette and some gin
On hold
On hold

What if I forgot it?
If I forgot the path?
What if I lost it?
If I lost my strength?

I don’t know if the scream on the other side of the wall is pleasure or pain

I don’t know if you are in my arms
Or I keep dreaming, I keep dreaming

I will be back in winter
I’ll always be on time
I’ll always be on time
A cigarette and some gin
On hold
On hold

This chalice and the red wine
They passed through thirteen mouths
In their tongues it began
A secret historical orgy

The rope that has tied on an oak
He squeezes it, squeezes it
He stays in the moonlight
Prisoner of a goodbye

A light turns on followed by many others
They are millions
They are millions
Looks back and sees a new way
In the light
In the light

It’s dark and has been a long time
He is cold
He is cold
He wrote a letter, but Akiles
has no one to say goodbye to
No one

A light turns on followed by many others
They are millions
They are millions
Look back and sees a new way
In the light
In the light

Releases the rope
And a tear
Reaches his lips
Choosing a new path
In the light
In the light

The mark of two fangs on your neck
My tongue through your hip
Licking your leather

Your spit is all over
Take this apple
It’s all yours

Accelerated breathing
The chest on the back
Feels strong now

Pouring the seed all over your body
The sweetest apple
is all over you now

How nice it will be …
The rays of the sun drawing your shadow on the grass
A kiss in Larrun
A toast to the ones we left behind

If we woke up suddenly
at a festivity in a small village
We would dance in the square
like never before

And in every song
sing our heart out
As if it was the last
or the first of many

Lucky of us
Opened dream-boxes

How nice it will be …
The rays of the sun drawing your shadow on the grass
A kiss in Larrun
A toast to the ones we left behind

When the grandchild meets his grandmother
an oak will be born in Urbasa
Over the years we will realize
that it would live forever

The sunset will become eternal
With our friends
The moon will whisper to us
that some are missing

Lucky of us
Opened dream-boxes

How nice it will be …
The rays of the sun drawing your shadow on the grass
A kiss in Larrun
A toast to the ones we left behind

How nice it will be …
The rays of the sun drawing your shadow on the grass
A kiss in Larrun
A toast to the ones we left behind

A kiss is expensive now
Oh, if we had saved them
when they were many

Tell me now
It will be normal
Saying “I love you” more often
Promise me

From the top of the river you can hear little by little the rain fall
If it catches us going upstream, we’ll be able to manage it
From the cry of so many souls that feel lost
background light grows and cracks the sky

Promise me
Uoooooh
Remembering this moment
Forever
Uoooooh
In the nostalgia of memory
There is a tomorrow, we’ll be lucky
Promise me

Your hugs are far now
I did not keep them
When we were together

We are on time to hear our inner noise
Always running, it gets dark and the road gets invisible

Promise me
“A real new spring”
wrote the rain in the sky
Promise me
From the spring of your eyes to infinity
Don’t forget that if your knees are shaking, it means you are here

We will meet again in the akelarres
Sons and daughters of lost time
The greatest temptation will light up in the end
In the realm of the warm-blooded

An old notebook on the armchair
Handwritten by Grandpa
All his memories
Immortal in calligraphy

A hug from his granddaughter
in 2007
Grandma’s words of love
on his last breath

Our Fireplace songs
and all the minutes together
Are forever

In the height of loneliness
carved his last December
Insignificant moments
marked in written memory

A message from a childhood friend
on his birthday
Christmas 2020
and the welcome of family at home

Our Fireplace songs
and all the minutes together
Are forever

Today the dawn seems like sunset
The rain in the sky and the swallow’s dance

Our Fireplace songs
and all the minutes together
Are forever

Today the dawn seems like sunset
The rain in the sky and the swallow’s dance

A cafe latte
It gets cold as I take a picture of it
it turned cold

And your smile
looking at the screen
was lost, just lost

What will be left in the end?
How much cold can this new winter bear?
A fucking message dancing between pink words
What will be left in the end?

We are the owners
of the privilege of saving
memories in photos

But I need to look down
to remember
the colour of your eyes

What will be left in the end?
How much cold can this new winter bear?
A fucking message dancing between pink words
What will be left in the end?

What will be left in the end?
How much cold can this new winter bear?
A fucking message dancing between pink words
What will be left in the end?

You and I, a total mess
An old map without the north
Me in you, you in me

Just a strike through, a dirty dismissed idea
In Laboa’s notebook
Some lost words in a dense fog
But…

We flew, in the end we flew
From the Cantabrian Sea to the horizon
We Flew

You and I, pure chaos
Two lost bullets from the 90’s
On a crooked path

A chord, a minor chord
That no one heard
An eagle wounded in flight
But…

We flew, in the end we flew
From the Cantabrian Sea to the horizon
We Flew

And we let the south wind guide us
When the storm started
When the storm started

We closed our eyes and hugged each other for the last time
As we fell
As we fell

We flew, in the end we flew
From the Cantabrian Sea to the horizon
We Flew

How nice it will be …
The rays of the sun drawing your shadow on the grass
A kiss in Larrun
A toast to the ones we left behind

If we woke up suddenly
at a festivity in a small village
We would dance in the square
like never before

And in every song
sing our heart out
As if it was the last
or the first of many

Lucky of us
Opened dream-boxes

How nice it will be …
The rays of the sun drawing your shadow on the grass
A kiss in Larrun
A toast to the ones we left behind

When the grandchild meets his grandmother
an oak will be born in Urbasa
Over the years we will realize
that it would live forever

The sunset will become eternal
With our friends
The moon will whisper to us
that some are missing

Lucky of us
Opened dream-boxes

How nice it will be …
The rays of the sun drawing your shadow on the grass
A kiss in Larrun
A toast to the ones we left behind

How nice it will be …
The rays of the sun drawing your shadow on the grass
A kiss in Larrun
A toast to the ones we left behind