No, it's not O rage, no, it's not O despair, it's not Old age, my enemy, it might even be Old age, my friend but still, my hair and my hands keep telling me that the end is near.
Ez, ez da: "O, amorrua!". Ezta ere: "O, desesperoa!". Ez da: "O, zahartzaroa, nire etsaia!".