Zeinen Ederra Izango Den

How beautiful it will be
Sun rays painting your shadow on the grass
A kiss on the lips
A beer in honor of those who fell from the sky

At the festivals in small towns
If we woke up tomorrow
We'd dance in the squares
Like never before

And in every song
We'd let our throats loose
As if it were the last one
Or the first of all

We
The lucky ones
Open boxes of hidden dreams

How beautiful it will be
Sun rays painting your shadow on the grass
A kiss on the lips
A beer in honor of those who fell from the sky

Graves when meeting grandma
An oak will be born in Urbasan
With the years we'll realize
It lived forever

With dear friends, the sunset
Will turn eternal
The moon will whisper to us
That we’re still all here

We
The lucky ones
Open boxes of hidden dreams

How beautiful it will be
Sun rays painting your shadow on the grass
A kiss on the lips
A beer in honor of those who fell from the sky

How beautiful it will be
Sun rays painting your shadow on the grass
A kiss on the lips
A beer in honor of those who fell from the sky