in the snow you’re asleep, peaceful.
White on the hills, white on the streets, north wind between the houses.
Everything’s silent, the square’s silent, silent the far-off bell tower.
It’s cold outside, you’re by the fire, your life goes by amongst old songs.
You’rethe cold wind, you’re the cold, cold water. Urepel in cold water Urepel in cold water.
Red afternoons by the chimney, red afternoons in Lower Navarre.
Downstairs fires lit, firewood by the windows, frost on the wood, this is your winter.
You are the cold wind, you’re the cold, cold water. Urepel in cold water and the place where you are, Urepel in cold water.
Spring will come to you under the sun, a thousand colours under the sun, two thousand colours.
The hills are green; the streets, white; hearts, red in Urepel.
You’re a small place, I really love you.
*Municipality of Baja Navarra (translator's note). **French province of the Basque country (translator's note).