Without further ado,
not making a big deal out of it,
I’ll say it directly
through songs
Before embracing my thoughts,
I’ll spend twenty days painting the ceilings of pain,
for easy sleep
We are limited and repeating it!
Before embracing the damage of my words,
I’ll spend twenty days painting the ceilings of pain,
for easy sleep
Tell me this is what I want,
to find courage to express it in our way of
speaking.
And all that I dare not do out there,
venture to say it in these words
And I don’t remember… What was courage?
I take the step, measuring the gap.
And I don’t remember… What was faith?
I give my heart, although I don’t believe in it

Why are you coming back?
Can’t you let me rule myself?
For once I was blooming,
bringing these songs into balance
Among questions, and between questions,
another sigh,
it hurts in the blood,
it hurts,
is it really worth thinking this way?
Is life a Chimera in one’s room?
when will it stop?
Hours go by…
You can write, ponder endlessly
to bury it
Immerse and lose yourself in the past moments,
to sink
Among question… And between questions, you
are the answer
It hurts in the blood!

Be what you want,
I was told in this day and age,
to take care of myself and maybe someday
I would find answers
to move forward
I couldn’t face it,
moreover, if there are more people like me
in this generation,
we are missed opportunities
Here waiting, the voices of those of us who
continue to sing,
here waiting, singing to you,
wanting to feel the moment,
wanting to feel the scene
If only we were wind to spread this cry!
Lips can meet while remaining free

To ever feel our end,
to stay by close to the danger,
to bring back the sound I’d hear,
to revive the look,
I wondered…
calling,
once again
What could I go south for?
If I already feel warm in this land,
I’ll have to stay six meters away
from the lack of attachment I feel for my roots
and if now the feeling
goes away with me,
I could say “mea culpa”,
Keeping me six meters away
To wake something or someone up in the middle
of the night,
So as what is essential doesn’t die lonely
I missed opportunities painting paper sheets
blank
Why leave?
So your shadow reaches my light

The sky is semi-sad,
but if it were to change,
the swallows would sing BBH again,
I’d have to join them,
no shouting this time,
join them and sleep forever
It’s still early,
I’m comfy,
let me know when I wake up from the dream
To stay on this land either way,
anyway

I think I’m about to be overwhelmed
and I’ve come to see
It may be a starting point
until I get tired again,
and only then, I’d start,
until my strength rots away
Now, have I come to see a new landscape?
And you’re not here,
surely this wasn’t a good idea,
forget it, please
it’s too much to ask
Here’s a reminder,
if you get it, answer me:
“I understand you”,
and believe me when I tell you,
it begins to make sense
in the wee hours
Re-considering, will the past be enough for us
until we meet again,
or should I forget it?
Re-considering, will the past be enough for us
until we meet again,
would you remember it?

Tell me again
I think I’ve got it
racing around,
and dug deeply into it,
what was that?
If it’s nothing now…
Now I don’t know how you are doing
nor how far I can get,
it is difficult to learn never missing one,
even if what is to come is yet to be built
Like the faces of a coin,
can we round and round in the air?
Until someone catches us,
there are no exceptions.
I’m tired, I’m leaving
It’s always the same
Now I don’t know how you are doing
nor how far I can get,
it’s time, even if all those stories
are yet to be built
Give them a new meaning and way out,
it’s high time to start building

Rules and phrases
are being taught
relentlessly,
so that later each of us
can keep joining
the show
Flags united high in the sky,
I entrust you what I love,
to save it together,
for keeping the balance
So many ways to agree,
arguing is not easy,
we have become accustomed
to walk all over each other,
to dismissing others’ creativity
Flags united high in the sky,
I entrust you what I love,
to save it together,
but keeping the balance

The town is in darkness, motionless,
staring at my feet and listening again to
“Who is oneself?”
I walk straight inadvertent,
wandering into the old town
wondering “Who is oneself?”
we’re about to find out
Someday…
Living in fear,
how to forget oneself, drive back?
Looking back,
this burden cannot be taken off me
Which sunset was it,
that led me to remember?
Would it be my last appearance,
before the day’s curtain fell?
Restlessly, I try to linger
If I ever was sentimental,
I remain the same, I have no regrets,
I swallow my words again
And somehow,
as I don’t feel as much anymore,
words eat me up

Still around,
How many shots have you had?
Falling is better,
better doze in the street,
guarded by the light of the streetlamps
It disappeared,
among the sound of the raindrops,
he began to feel,
as touched that moon,
he had always desired
And you exhaust yourself in this paroxysm,
in the nooks and crannies of the arts.
And you will become, in a way, again,
a tool to help me build,
the only truth to follow among the Etxekaltes and
those who set out
It disappeared,
among the sound of the raindrops,
he began to feel,
as touched that moon
he had always desired
This way, together