Goizian goizik jeiki

Wake up early in the morning,
I was a lord in the morning;
and even with the sweat
the sun rose.
I was wide awake at home
at noon,
and also the young wolf
entered.

Mr. Irigarai, my lord,
are you still high,
or are you not feeling
like being with me?
No, you don't feel
like being with me,
and also you don't feel
living in the earth.

If I loved you
silently from everyone,
silently from everyone
and showing it to the Lord.
You have sent me a bouquet
made of lilies,
made of lilies
and half wilted.

For seven years you have been at home,
the man dead in the room,
day in the cold earth and
two kisses of clay.
I was drinking citrus water
on a hot day,
on a hot day
and on Friday morning.