our protection and your friendship

Were always desired,

and my heart's great love

Stories and songs

Old as the mountains

Strong and brave with age.



Goodbye to the days that were, turning so lightheartedly

Goodbye to the days that were

Goodbye to the night

Turning on the first hour

Goodbye to the days that were.



At the sight of the sea

and the sun on the seashore

and the great love of my heart

were stories and Balar (?)

in three Mici Gorra (?)

Ancient islands like a vision (or dream)



I had a sweetheart

From summer up to winter

My dearest love.