Lyrics
Haritz zaharrean bizi zen txori bat kumeekin,
eguzkiaren lehen izpi kantuz pizten zen beti.
Baina gose azeri bat hurbildu zen isilki,
“Eman kume bat,” esan zuen, “bestela zuhaitza erori.”

Txoriak beldurra zuen baina ez zuen amore,
“Bihar lehenengoa emango dut,” esan zuen adore.
Hosto zahar bat jaitsi zuen azeriari oparitze,
eta honek, nahasirik, alde egin zuen triste.

Hiru egunez engainu hosto, lumaz eta makil,
txoriak adimenez jokatzen azeriari trufaz hil.
Azken egunean esan zion: “Zure pazientzia galdu,
baina nire kumeak salbu daude, zuhaitza ez da jausi.”

Azeria haserre joan zen basoan barrena hutsik,
txoriak garaile kantatu kumeekin pozik, lasai.
Adimenak irabazi du indarraren aurrean,
eta bertso hau kantatzen da basoko bakearen aldean.

Story
The Song of the Old Oak
Deep in the Eztia forest, where the trees whisper legends to the wind and the roots hold centuries-old secrets, lived a small blue bird named Luma with her three chicks. Their nest hung at the top of the Haritz Zaharra, the oldest oak tree in the forest, its bark marked by the songs of generations past.
Every dawn, Luma awoke with the first ray of sunlight, singing melodies that made the ferns bloom and calm the deer. Her song was so pure that even the stones seemed to hear.
But one day, from the shadows of the undergrowth, Azar appeared, a cunning fox with reddish fur and hungry eyes. He approached soundlessly, like a threat wrapped in velvet, and spoke in a deep voice:
"Give me one of your chicks," he said, "or I will bring this tree down with my spell."
Luma trembled, but she did not break. In a firm voice, he replied:
"Tomorrow I'll give you the first one," and he dropped an old, dry oak leaf as an offering.
Azar, confused by the gesture, withdrew with the leaf between his teeth, believing it was part of a surrender ritual.
For three days, Luma repeated the deception: a leaf, a feather, a stick. Each one was given with solemnity, each one confusing the fox more. Azar, growing impatient, waited for his prey, but only received empty symbols.
On the third day, Luma perched on the highest branch and sang loudly:
"Your patience has run out, but my kits are safe. The oak tree still stands, and you leave empty-handed."
Azar, furious and humiliated, walked into the forest, leaving a trail of frustration behind him.

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