Aiezkoako Mendietan

In the hills of Aiezkoa
In the depths of confusion
In the shadow of the Irati forest
In the middle of the heart
rain, snow, and mist
among all the mist
it was and is
in solitude
in silence, sleep

The wave of Orbaizeta
The remains of the Orbaizeta factory
and the memory.
A precious palace
valued treasure,
fought over
by Carlists and Liberals,
softened in the beginning and then
finally
at the mercy of any passerby.

In the place of your last breath
Director Telleria
the echo in your depths
in the peace of Xango
next to the flames
under some beech trees,
to the sound of the burning bramble
even in the fields.

The wave of Orbaizeta
our twisted dream
our shattered hope
there you are
you are
in the middle of the hills
rain, snow, and mist
the remains of our broken pride
dead and alive,
the old and new wave of Orbaizeta
the reminder of our existence.