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If somehow, someday we may be Struck from above by an ill fate,
Better we should be mute for our entire life Than deprived of our language.
Don't whisper to me over and over, of another language,
Don't shout it to me under my window!
My opinion doesn't change any more: I don't give up our language!
Don't whisper to me over and over, of another language,
Don't shout it to me under my window!
My opinion doesn't change any more: I don't give up our language!
As long as in this noisy world Will be human souls
Forever holy and beautiful, May our language live on!
With a neverending fate, never to decline With its high pitch, magical pronunciation,
Always under the Sun, let it sounds, Our language, as a song.
With a neverending fate, never to decline With its high pitch, magical pronunciation,
Always under the Sun, let it sounds, Our language, as a song.
If somehow, someday we may be Struck from above by an ill fate,
Better we should be mute for our entire life Than deprived of our language.
Don't whisper to me over and over, of another language,
Don't shout it to me under my window!
My opinion doesn't change any more: I don't give up our language!
Don't whisper to me over and over, of another language,
Don't shout it to me under my window!
My opinion doesn't change any more: I don't give up !
With a neverending fate, never to decline With its high pitch, magical pronunciation,
Always under the Sun, let it sounds, Our language, as a song.
Therefore my wish under the blue horizon Is that even the pagan may know it.
I do not give up our language, Our Romanian language.