Lyrics of Haurtxo txikia - Kepa Junkera

Haurtxo txikia (original)

Haurtxo txikia negarrez dago
Ama, emaiozu titia
Aita gaiztoa tabernan dago
Pikaro jokalaria
Aita jokuan, ama lanian
Hauxe bai negargarria!
Eskerrak zuri, lore polita
Alaitzen dezu etxia
La ra la…
Ardoa edan, txanponak galdu
Horlaxe dabil aitatxo
Jainko maitia, gutaz erruki
Erruki zazu amatxo
Inoiz aitatxo txintxotzen bada
Oi zeinen esker haundia!
Orduantxe nik bai ekarriko
Zapata berri txuriak
La ra la…
Begiak xabalik ametsetan
Ari naiz oso polliki
Aitak eltzian zure papattak
Txitxi ordez sartu dizkit
Joku gaizto, txar, zikin, ziztrina
Nondikan haugu sortua?
Nere maitetxo kuttun pollita
Hik dek alperrik galdua
La ra la…
Ama gaxoa lanez ta lanez
Osoro zaigu hondatu
Halere aitatxok errukirik
Bat ere ez dio hartu
Negar ta negar beti nahigabez
Inontxo ere pozik ez
Ama zerura joan zanetik
Inortxok maitasunik ez
La, la, la…
El pequeño bebé llora y llora
Madre, dale de mamar;
Y el malvado padre está en la taberna
El muy pícaro jugador
El padre jugando a cartas, la madre trabajando
¡Esto sí que es penoso!
Menos mal, mi hermosa flor
Que tú alegras esta casa
La-ra-la…
Beber vino y perder dinero
Así anda tu padrecito
¡Amado Dios!
¡Apiádate de nosotros
Apiádate de esta madre!
Si algún día se enmienda el padre
¡Oh, qué gran gracia sería!
¡Entonces sí que yo te traería
Zapatitos blancos y nuevos!
La-ra-la…
Con los ojos abiertos, soñando
Estoy con mucha calma
Tu padre me ha puesto en el puchero
Tus zapatitos en lugar de carne
¡Juego maldito, malvado, cochino, miserable!
¿Cuál es tu procedencia?
A mi hermoso bien amado
Tú lo has echado a perder
La-ra-la…
La pobre madre, de tanto trabajo
Está totalmente acabada
Sin embargo, el padre no se ha apiadado
En absoluto de ella
Ahogándose en llantos, siempre apenada
Sin encontrar gozo en ningún sitio
Desde que su madre se fue al cielo
Ya no hay nadie que le quiera
La-ra-la…
The little baby cries and cries
Mother, breastfeed him;
And the evil father is at the tavern
The very slick card player
The father playing cards, mother working
This is so painful!
Fortunately, my beautiful flower
You are the joy of this house
La-ra-la …
Drinking wine and losing money
That is your father
Dear God!
Have mercy on us!
Have mercy on this mother!
If some day, father will give up this habit
Oh!
That would be the best grace!
Then is when I will bring you your
New white shoes
La-ra-la
With open eyes, dreaming
I am very calm
Your father has put in the stew
Your shoes instead of meat
Cursed game, evil, filthy, miserable!
What is your meaning?
To my beautiful loved one
You have ruin
La-ra-la
The poor mother, of working hard
Is very weak in health
However, the father has not should no mercy at all
For her
Drowning his tears, living in sorrow
Without finding no joy in anywhere
Since his mother went to heaven
Now there is no one to love him
La-ra-la

(translation)

The little baby is crying
Mom, breastfeed
The evil father is in the bar
Naughty player
Dad at work, mother at work
What a disgrace!
Thank you, beautiful flower
You guard the house
La ra la
Drink wine, lose coins
That's how it works, Dad
Dear God, have mercy on us
Have mercy on me, mother
If Daddy ever chirps
Oh what a great thank you!
That's when I'll bring both
New white shoes
La ra la
Eyes wide open in dreams
I'm very thumbs up
Dad your potatoes in the pot
He introduced them to me instead
An ugly, bad, dirty, filthy game
Where did you come from?
My dear darling chick
You're wasted
La ra la
Poor mother at work
It has completely ruined us
However, Dad had pity
He didn't take any
Crying and crying always unintentionally
Not at all happy
Ever since my mother went to heaven
No one loves it
La, la, la…
The little baby cries and cries
Mother, breastfeed;
And the evil father is in the tavern
The very naughty player
The father playing cards, the mother working
This is painful!
Luckily, my beautiful flower
May you rejoice in this house
La-ra-la
Drink wine and lose money
That's how your little father is
Dear God!
Have mercy on us
Have mercy on this mother!
If one day the father is amended
Oh, what a grace it would be!
Then I would bring you
New white shoes!
La-ra-la
Eyes wide open, dreaming
I'm very calm
Your father put me in the pot
Your little shoes instead of meat
Damn game, evil, pig, miserable!
What is your origin?
To my beautiful beloved
You ruined it
La-ra-la
The poor mother, from so much work
It is completely finished
However, the father has not taken pity on him
Not at all from her
Drowning in tears, always distressed
Without finding joy anywhere
Ever since his mother went to heaven
No one wants him anymore
La-ra-la
The little baby cries and cries
Mother, breastfeed him;
And the evil father is at the tavern
The very slick card player
The father playing cards, mother working
This is so painful!
Fortunately, my beautiful flower
You are the joy of this house
La-ra-la
Drinking wine and losing money
That is your father
Dear God!
Have mercy on us!
Have mercy on this mother!
If some day, father will give up this habit
Oh!
That would be the best grace!
Then is when I will bring you yours
New white shoes
La-ra-la
With open eyes, dreaming
I am very calm
Your father has put in the stew
Your shoes instead of meat
Cursed game, evil, filthy, miserable!
What is your meaning?
To my beautiful loved one
You have ruined
La-ra-la
The poor mother, of working hard
Is very weak in health
However, the father has not should no mercy at all
For her
Drowning his tears, living in sorrow
Without finding no joy in anywhere
Since his mother went to heaven
Now there is no one to love him
La-ra-la