Egin

Listen up,
Turn on the TV,
Hear the latest news,
Get ready to enjoy,
Lies are running free,
And the truth is tight,
In the headlines,
There's no room for it.

I’m not a fool,
I know what to do,
To the Basque curiosity,
I won’t turn away,
I’ll head to the kiosk
And ask right there:
"I want a newspaper,
Give me the scoop!".

Hear the song in the mountains,
Echoing,
The rhythm of freedom of expression,
A joyful beat,
Leaves dancing,
In the trees they sway,
What could it be,
The meaning of it all?

Bullshit in our mouths,
Eyes wide shut,
In this society of lies,
Excuses are the norm,
Often bitter,
Though it happens a lot,
The truth doesn’t
Deserve to be silenced.

Do it, do it,
Pay attention to life,
Do it, do it,
Pay attention to the truth.

Doing it is my
Forever friend,
Doing it is the radio
We listen to at home.
I love them all,
I’m Basque, you see:
Radio, newspaper,
And make the day.

Hear the song in the mountains,
Echoing,
The rhythm of freedom of expression,
A joyful beat,
Leaves dancing,
In the trees they sway,
What could it be,
The meaning of it all?

Bullshit in our mouths,
Eyes wide shut,
In this society of lies,
Excuses are the norm,
Often bitter,
Though it happens a lot,
The truth doesn’t
Deserve to be silenced.

Do it, do it,
Pay attention to life,
Do it, do it,
Pay attention to the truth.
Pay attention to the truth.