Askatu ezazu ilea

Set your hair free, it wants to fly
And on top of the peak, I’ve built you a house to be close to me
The creators of laughter haven’t been here
But after seeing, tell them my door is still open
We’ll break down the fence to see our tongues wagging

What brings us together and is free makes us smile and cry
It won’t be my voice that changes
But it will be the bittersweet song, the whores and the owls that sing
The tears of my verses have a name, it’s Basque
And the forces of the tide have made the beats in the hearts of those nearby