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In the coldest night too, once the fire has extinguished
blazing embers still survive.
He launched a last glance to Baigorri from Izpegi
There is no equivalent to Kattalin’s shade

The roar of war has led him to run away
as battles compel him to kill his relatives,
he feels that this war is in no way his own
and cutting off ties with relatives, he heads for America
The further he gets into the arid lands and the farther the pier lies,
so does the burble of hope strike dumb.

The fact of being Navarrese and heir to the gentry of Baztan
sets him free from listing in the Castilian troops
should he have been capable of speaking that strange language,
he wouldn´t be holding a weapon on his hands.

One day, as he was keeping watch near the Catalonian border
He could hear an old Basque song on the other side
He rushed in search of his next of kin
And at daybreak he was found amid “enemies”.

At dawn, with drums resounding
he fell backwards, directing his gaze towards Navarre.
Chaffinches moaning, wing their way from the tree,
in the distance the bells toll on the tower of Erratzu


The fact of being Navarrese and heir to the gentry of Baztan
sets him free from listing in the Castilian troops.
Chaffinches screeching and flying off the trees
in the distance the bells toll on the tower of Erratzu
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