Nafarroa
Oskorri
Navarre
Yes, Cold and cruel
The room of death.
We are here
As dark as night.
They took away our
Mother as we were being born
Then they say our
Home is not ours.
We are here
As dark as night.
The wind of intrusion
Carries the weight of our story.
No home and no mother!
They have emptied our essence.
Oh, how sad the home
Without a mother!
Even without a home
Oh mother, what a disgrace!
No home and no mother!
They have emptied our essence.
Navarre, Navarre!
The pride of our home
Eagle, eagle!
Where to go without wings?
From Aralar to Irati
The oak and the beech.
It too is divided in two
And with a parched throat.
Eagle, Navarre!
Where to go without a home.
