Paroles et traduction Governors - Ihesi

Ihesi

Edonon geldirik, begiak itxita nago,
Kaleetako hotsak entzuten saiatzen.
Zein neke, desio, amodio edo oinazek,
Urratzen dute hemengo biztanleen izateak?
Baina ez da ezer, ez da ezer entzuten,
Urrunean isiltasuna eskatzen didatenen garrasiak.
Beldur naiz, ihesi noa!

Ahoa itxi eta aurrera noa,
Hango mendi horretatik aranen eta
Pertsonen koloreak ikusi nahian.
Leku hau izango al da nirea... Be(g)i(ra)tu eta...
Laino eta izaki gris, ez dago besterik.
Urrunean argia eskaintzen didatenen iluntasun sakona.
Beldur naiz, ihesi noa!

Ez dut ezer ulertzen, kaleek ez dute hitz egiten.
Zergatik inork ez du, gogoratzen kolore ezberdinez, kolore anitzez
Zituztela bizitzak janzten.

Bat-batean ezezagun bat huts honetan, galduta ematen du, ni bezala.
Bere eskua hartzen saiatzen naiz, agian biok batera...
Baina beste norbaitek,
Kolpatzen nauenak, esaten dit ezezaguna gaitza dela.
Ni laguntzeko kolpeak?
Beldur naiz, ihesi noa! Banoa!
Beldur naiz, ihes, ihesi noa! Banoa!
Beldur naiz, ihes, ihesi noa!

Urteak igaro dira. Oraindik nago ihesean,
Baina gero eta beldur gutxiago daukat.
Orain bainaiz grisa... Itxita aho eta begiak...
Ihesean... Ihesean!

Ez dut pentsatuko laster, beldurrik ez sentitzeko.
Nahiz eta horrek hasieran bilatzen nengoena ere ahaztea suposatu,
Eta horrela ihesa bukatu,
Nire ihesa bukatu...

Escape

My dear, I'm fleeing, echoes of the city are dying,
Trying to listen to the noises of the streets.
What worries, desires, love or resentment,
Guides the nature of the inhabitants here?
But nothing, nothing can be heard,
The screams of those asking for silence in the distance.
I'm scared, I'm running away!

Keeping my mouth shut and moving forward,
Wanting to climb that mountain over there and
See the colors of its people.
Will this place be mine... Look and...
Gray clouds and beings, nothing else.
In the distance, the deep darkness of those offering me light.
I'm scared, I'm running away!

I don't understand anything, the streets don't speak.
Why doesn't anyone remember the different colors, the many colors
That used to dress their lives.

Suddenly a stranger, seems lost in this void, just like me.
I try to take his hand, maybe together we can...
But someone else,
The one who hits me, tells me that the stranger is bad.
Blows to help me?
I'm scared, I'm running away! I'm leaving!
I'm scared, escape, escape! I'm leaving!
I'm scared, escape, escape!

Years have passed. I'm still fleeing,
But now I'm less and less afraid.
Now even I'm gray... Mouth and eyes closed...
In escape... In escape!

I won't think for a while, to avoid feeling fear.
Even if that implies forgetting what I was originally looking for,
And that's how the escape will end,
My escape will end...