Put to the late Xabier Lete
Jexux Mari IrazuDani Blanco
| I Lose the unfortunate voice of the bertsolaris Extinction of you that the dream will not be able to cure. Wherever you are, I'd like you to take this bouquet of flowers if the proverb isn't to put six verses to you. |
II You lit the old bell to our delight to put your voice, your feeling and magic. To bring Etxahun, Bilintx, Xenpelar... to our time... the support of the branches that would emerge from the same trunk. |
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| III Then we took the Habano language with little embarrassment to dress up the most solemn moments of verse. The wind is coming... and with the dance of your ropes today’s verse owes Xabier a great debt to you. |
IV Xalbador won't be forgotten with you either. Hidden in the future that is now a souvenir to the pig. The ship is going to kiss the waves and you'll be welcomed by who. |
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| V Poetry and thought, singing the son of a columnist worker and the oven of the verse. The owner of what you've left us with, probably without a well-deserved confession. |
VI Goodbye Xabier I don’t want you to endorse the addition thank you, keep singing and so do we. In you will always be the dust of the stars living you will have the sunrise by the ice zai. |
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