Translation of the song lyrics Ekainak 24 - Vendetta

Ekainak 24 (original)

Paroles de la chanson Ekainak 24:
Ekainak 24, gabon.
Herrian zer berri?
Neurea malkoz busti ta zeuena egin
Idatzi soilez eztut min hau inola hanpatzerik
Orbela daraman bezala, haizeak narama ni
Haizeak eman ditu, milaka abesti
Haizeak eman ditu, nahi nuke nik jakin
IDATZI SOILEZ EZTUT MIN HAU INOLA HANPATZERIK
ORBELA DARAMAN BEZALA, HAIZEAK NARAMA NI
San Juan suak senti nahirik
Bero haren falta dut nik
San Juan suak senti nahirik
Urrun zaituztedanetik
Eskutitzetan zuek orain berdin sentitzea
Ondo dakizu ama eztela hain erreza
Ametsak zirriborro baten idaztea zer da
Gero garbira pasatzeko astirik ez bada?
Haizeak eman ditu, milaka abesti
Haizeak eman ditu, nahi nuke nik jakin
AMETSAK ZIRRIBORRO BATEN IDAZTEA ZER DA
GERO GARBIRA PASATZEKO ASTIRIK EZ BADA?
San Juan suak senti nahirik
Bero haren falta dut nik
San Juan suak senti nahirik
Urrun zaituztedanetik
Negarraren negarrez eztut muxu ematerik
Ta enuke inolaz orain hau esan beharrik:
Bide luzea dugun arren, goazen elkarrekin
Izarrak gurekin baitaude, ametsen zaindari
BELDURRIK EZ DEN BIHOTZETAN
AITAREN MALKOETAN
MEMORIA GAZTE GARAIETAN
LAGUN MINEN BESARKADETAN
UDAKO GAU LUZETAN
URRUN SENTITZEN DUDAN HERRIKO KALEETAN
San Juan suak senti nahirik
Bero haren falta dut nik
San Juan suak senti nahirik
Urrun zaituztedanetik

Ekainak 24 (translation)

Paroles de la chanson June 24:
June 24, Christmas Eve.
What's new in town?
Wet mine with tears and do yours
I can't write this pain in a simple way
As the leaves carry me, the wind carries me
The wind has blown, thousands of songs
The wind has blown, I wish I knew
JUST WRITE DON'T STOP THIS PAIN IN ANY WAY
LIKE THE WIND, THE WIND CARRIES ME
Wanting to feel the fires of St. John
I miss that heat
Wanting to feel the fires of St. John
Far be it from you
Feel the same in the letters now
You know very well that motherhood is not so easy
What a dream it is to write a draft
If you don't have time to clean up then?
The wind has blown, thousands of songs
The wind has blown, I wish I knew
WHAT DREAMS OF WRITING IN A DRAFT
IF THERE IS NO TIME TO PLEASE CLEAN THEN?
Wanting to feel the fires of St. John
I miss that heat
Wanting to feel the fires of St. John
Far be it from you
I can't cry crying
And now I have to say this:
Although we have a long way to go, let's go together
Because the stars are with us, the guardians of dreams
IN FEARLESS HEARTS
IN THE FATHER'S TEARS
MEMORY IN YOUNG TIMES
IN THE HUGS OF MY FRIENDS
ON LONG SUMMER NIGHTS
ON THE STREETS OF THE TOWN I FEEL FAR AWAY
Wanting to feel the fires of St. John
I miss that heat
Wanting to feel the fires of St. John
Far be it from you