Текст и перевод песни IZARO - Donostia

Donostia

Urtarrilak 20 joan zena
Danborkada bakoitzean paparrean odolusten bazaizu.
Jauregi asmatu honetako korridoreko hormak
Orroaka hurbiltzen bazaizkizu.

Atzerria 5A-ko behatxulotik
Ikus badezakezu
Utzi nahi ez arren, ate zaharrek zirrikitu asko, handiegiak
Dituzte aizu,
Eta bertatik isurtzen bazaitu zu
Aurtengo udako iraungitze datak
Zertaz ari naizen badakizu.

Garestia da alokairua.
Salduz bizitza, sinatuz hitza, ate azpitik fakturaren printza.
Jabearen dei bakoitzean azken helduko dela
Ikusten baduzu zuk.
Hiru hondartza ez badira nahikoa txalupa galduak antaparatzeko
Ze portu aurkituko dut nik gero
Nire arima sosegatzeko.

Bosgarren zubitik barrena
Barneratzen banau gaur garenak, naizenak, zarenak.
Bost begi pareren isladek eraikitzen badute dena.
Ordu galduez, ordu helduak, haizea orrazten harri zuloetan
Lagun ezkutuetan memoriak irensten
Pega daitezen erraietan.

Etxera bueltako ordu batek nola bana ditzaken bi mundu,
Amaren lurraren sustrai errotuak eta
Taupadez diseinatutako mundu labainkor hura,
Ai, (h)ura.
Galdu nahi ez dudan arren telefonorik ez duen hura.
Hiru hondartzak gatzez busten dituen ura.
Egarri naizen arren edan ezin dezakedan ura.

Infinitoa ez bada existitzen,
Betirakorik ezer ez bada.
Segundo orori etenak kenduko dizkiot
Denbora unitate bakarra sortu eta bertan bizitzeko.

San Sebastian

January 20th, passed
Every time you cough, you can taste blood in your throat.
The walls of this hallway in this palace of the mind
Approach you screaming.

Foreign land, from the 5A window
If you can see it
Even if you don't want to leave, old doors have many cracks, too big
They have them, you know
And if you leak out of them
This summer's expiration dates
You know what I'm talking about.

Rent is expensive.
Selling your life, signing the contract, a printed invoice under the door.
Every time the landlord calls, he can see you'll be the last to arrive.
If you see it.
If three beaches are not enough to recover lost rowboats
What port will I find later
For my soul to find peace?

Across the fifth bridge
Today I internalize the things that were, that I am, that you are.
If the reflections of the five glass walls build everything.
Lost hours, ripened hours, combing the wind in stone holes
Swallowing memories in hidden friends
So they can be glued to the ashes.

How an hour back home can divide me into two worlds,
The rooted roots of my mother's land and
That unstable world designed with moles,
Ah, that.
That I don't want to lose, even though it doesn't have a phone.
The water that breaks the three beaches with salt.
The water I can't drink even though I'm thirsty.

If infinity doesn't exist,
And nothing is eternal.
I will cut the pauses from every second
And create a single unit of time and live in it.