Before starting homewards we would sit for a long time there, eating fruit and bread and chocolate, on the grass, over which came to our ears, horizontal, faint, but solid still and metallic, the sound of the bells of Saint-Hilaire, which had melted not at all in the atmosphere it was so well accustomed to traverse, but, broken piecemeal by the successive palpitation of all their sonorous strokes, throbbed as it brushed the flowers at our feet.
Berrabiatu baino lehen, luzaroan gelditzen ginen bertan, fruta, ogia eta txokolatea jaten, belar gainean, eta haraino iristen zitzaizkigun, horizontalki, indargabeturik, baina oraindik durundi trinko bezain metalikoz, Saint-Hilaireko kanpaiaren danbadak, hain aspaldidanik zeharkatzen zutèn egurats harekin nahasi gabeak, bere soinu-lerro guztien hurrenez hurrengo taupadaz ildokatuak, loreen arrasean dar-dar eginez, gure oinetaraino.