Basque Country

All the colours of green
under a leaden sky
which the sun wants to break.
All the colours of green
in that month of May.

The wind brought the strength
of a long-suffering people;
the wind brought the strength
of a people they hid from us.

All the colours of green
under a cloud-laden sky.

And water is always life
between mountains and valleys;
and water is always life
under the grey of the sky.

All the colours of green
in that month of May.

That pain of those people
is as old and deep-rooted,
as ancient as time.
It's as old and deep-rooted
as all the colours of green
in that month of May.

All the colours of green,
gora Euskadi, cry aloud
the people, the earth and the sea,
there, in the Basque Country.