She gave herself up to the lullaby of the melodies, and felt all her being vibrate as if the violin bows were drawn over her nerves. She had not eyes enough to look at the costumes, the scenery, the actors, the painted trees that shook when anyone walked, and the velvet caps, cloaks, swords-all those imaginary things that floated amid the harmony as in the atmosphere of another world.
Melodien kulunketan nagitzen zen eta bere burua sentitzen zuen dardarikatzen bere izate osoaz, arrabiten arkuak bere nerbioetan barrena pasiatuko balira bezala. Ez zeukan aski begi betesteko jantziak, apainduriak, pertsonaiak, oinez ibiltzean ikara egiten zuten zuhaitz pintatuak, eta balusazko bukozapiak, longainak, ezpatak, beste mundu bateko eguratsean bezala harmonian higitzen ziren irudikapen haiek guztiak.