and on a misty morning in autumn one would have called it, to see it rising above the violet thunder-cloud of the vineyards, a ruin of purple, almost the colour of the wild vine.
eta, udazkeneko goiz lanbrotsu batean izanez gero, esan zenezakeen, mahastien bioleta ekaiztsuaren gainetik altxatzen zèn hura purpurazko aurri bat zela, mahatsondo birjinaren kolore bertsukoa.