Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Izena, izana, ezina, artist - Berri Txarrak. Date of issue: 30.09.2003
Song language: Basque
Izena, izana, ezina(original) |
| Hemen gaude |
| Zuekin bat natorrela esan nahi dut |
| lur zati txiki hau horren da eder |
| titular guztiak guri buruz dira |
| baina ez digu inork ezer ere galdetu |
| Batzu mila kilometrora |
| bihotzetik gertu alegia |
| beste batzu bertan bizita |
| horren urrun |
| Horren urrun |
| Ta hemen gaude… |
| Zuekin bat natorrela esan nahi dut |
| lur zati txiki hau horren da zaila |
| gezurra dirudi ez da nekerik |
| beti ilusioak eraberritzen |
| Batzu mila kilometrora |
| bihotzetik gertu alegia |
| beste batzu bertan bizita |
| Horren urrun |
| Sentimenduak ez dira inoiz izan |
| batzuk saldu nahi duten bezain azalekoak |
| Ta hemen gaude |
| Zuekin bat natorrela esan nahi dut |
| Lura zati txiki hau horren da zahar |
| Begira eta berriz inausi digute hitza |
| Debekuaren artaziekin |
| Batzu mila kilometrora |
| bihotzetik gertu alegia |
| beste batzu bertan bizita |
| Horren urrun |
| Sentimenduak ez dira inoiz izan |
| Batzuk saldu nahi duten barezain azalekoak |
| Horren konplikatua ta simplea da |
| Hauxe da gure izena, izana ta ezina |
| Albistegien izenburuak guri buruz izan ohi dira |
| Baina oraindik inork ez digu sekula ezer galdetu |
| Ta he en gaude… |
| (translation) |
| We are here |
| I mean, I agree with you |
| this little piece of land is so beautiful |
| all the headlines are about us |
| but no one asked us anything |
| A few thousand miles |
| that is, close to the heart |
| others lived there |
| that far |
| Far from it |
| And here we are |
| I mean, I agree with you |
| this small piece of land is so difficult |
| it seems a lie that there is no fatigue |
| always renewing illusions |
| A few thousand miles |
| that is, close to the heart |
| others lived there |
| Far from it |
| Feelings have never been |
| as superficial as some want to sell |
| And here we are |
| I mean, I agree with you |
| This little piece of land is so old |
| They look at us again and again |
| With the scissors of the ban |
| A few thousand miles |
| that is, close to the heart |
| others lived there |
| Far from it |
| Feelings have never been |
| Some are superficial skinheads who want to sell |
| It's so complicated and simple |
| This is our name, our being and our being |
| News headlines are often about us |
| But still no one has ever asked us anything |
| Here we go… |