IRAILA / SEPTEMBER
It must be september
We used to send words
From one season to another
As if we were birds without a name.
The sky was dark
Your dress was black
You looked so beautiful
I wanted to start from scratch.
It must be september
The weariness of the world on the leaves falling
When all things we meant
Had lost their meaning.
The sky was dark
Like dressed in black
You looked so beautiful
Ths sky was dark, the floor a sea of leaves, you looked so beautiful…
How could we guess at that moment
That this past would pursue us forever.
1- Sugea suge
2- Albo-kalteak
3- Haria
4- Guda
5- Lepokoak
6- Iraila
7- Harra
8- Makuluak
9- FAQ
10- Non bestela
11- Soilik agur
12- Lehortzen
