From the bottom to the top
the dreams to the mouth
from cold to warmth
the moon to the sea
the tortoise to the space
You next to me!

The good ones to the hiding place
the pumpkins to the field
the lazy to the forest
the sadness to the hole
the fear outside
and you to my neck!

The whispered tales
the kisses on the chest
the tickles to the heel
the songs to the memory
the shames aside
and you to my bosom!

I go, I come back
you there, and me where
always with you
anywhere you go!

Text: Leire Bilbao,
Xomorro poemak