Aiming her little profile at the pictures, she started talking rubbish. The hostess noticed and took to the accordion again to gloss it over. Everybody sang, the three of us joined in under our breaths, but listlessly and out of tune, the same song as we'd been listening to outside, and then another.
Perfil txikia pinturetara begira zuela, txorakeria kontatzen ari zen, etxekoandreak, zerbaiten susmoa hartuta, berriz ekin zion akordeoiari gauzak konpontzeko, denak kantuz ari ziren bitartean, baita gu hiruok ere, ahapetik baina desafinatuz eta gogorik gabe, lehenago kanpoan aditzen zen kanta hura bera, eta ondoren beste bat.