Nivelle is a commune in the Nord department in northern France.
The Nivelle (widest accepted Basque forms: Ugarana or Urdazuri) is a 41-kilometre (25 mi) long river in the Northern Basque Country (France) flowing largely south-east to north-west, with only 7 km of its length being considered navigable. The river results from the union of various streams in Urdazubi (Navarre), going on to cross the Spanish-French border at Dantxarinea after 14 kilometres (8.7 mi) meandering across Navarrese soil. The river pours into the Bay of Biscay on the bay of Saint-Jean-de-Luz (French for Donibane Lohizune) after cutting its way between this town and Ciboure (French for Ziburu) on its final stage. At this point, celebrated Basque French composer and arranger Maurice Ravel was born in one of the front houses overlooking the channel.
For all its shortness, the river takes on several names in Basque language at different stretches of the course, e.g. Sarrakaria, Urma, Uhertsi (spelled sometimes Ur Ertsi), besides the above Ugarana and Urdazuri. This conspicuous diversity reflects the historic situation of the native language, deprived of official recognition whatsoever or transmission through formal schooling up to recent times (and still). Locals, when asked for the name of the river in Basque, often may answer U(r)handi, meaning "big water", a descriptive naming that has sometimes applied to the neighbouring and main river of Labourd the Errobi/Nive.
Nivelle may refer to:
Color so warm
As the summer sun goes down
You are there you are there
Walls broken down
My soul cries out for you
You're aware you're aware
Whispers in the night
Calling my name I feel the light
On me now I hear you
Whispers in the night
Pieces of this dream
Don't fit as they would seem
But you care I know you care
And through it all
I know your love
Is a constant stream
Seeking places in our hearts
Whispers in the night
Calling my name I feel the light
On me now I hear you
Whispers in the night
When I don't hear a sound
I cry hysterically
I loosen from my ground
And think pathetically
Because the voice I long
to hear is yours
Colors so warm
As the summer sun invades
You are there you are there
Words you spoke in the night
Sustain me through the day
You are there you are there
Whispers in the night