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Serenadă de toamnă

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Vine toamna cu serenada ei,
Melodii,
Cea mai frumoasă muzică vreodată cântată,
Săruturile de toamnă împărtășite
Sunt amintiri frumoase
Când mă opresc să-mi amintesc,
Frunzele par să cadă ca lacrimile.
 
Stelele argintii
Se agățau de un cer de toamnă,
Dragostea a fost a noastră
Până când octombrie a plecat,
Anii pot vină și să plece,
Voi simți mereu strălucirea
Pe care timpul n-o poate estompa,
Când aud
Acea serenadă frumoasă de toamnă.
 
Dragostea a fost a noastră
Până când octombrie a plecat,
Anii pot vină și să plece,
Voi simți mereu strălucirea
Pe care timpul n-o poate estompa,
Când aud
Acea serenadă frumoasă de toamnă.
 
Serenadă, serenadă...
 

Listen

Listen in silence
your own silence
the silence has the sound of your own being
and the words of your heart
in total silence of your living
if you will listen
you will find in the backround the voice of your soul
if your soul can hear it
then you have understood the meaning of life.
 

Listen, My God

Please listen to the voice
of those who have faith in you, oh my God.
The fury of a sea breaks in the heart
of a sea of love because
she has gone away from me—
leaving me alone to cry in my sorrow.
 
My God—hidden in a cloud—
I saw her running away from me.
Listen to me in the dark without sun.
I will go, I will stay, I will shout, I will search.
But let me find myself again for my mother.
Oh, oh my God, for my mother.
 
My God—hidden in a cloud—
I saw her running away from me.
Listen to me in the dark without sun.
I will go, I will stay, I will shout, I will search.
But let me find myself again for my mother.
Oh, oh my God, for my mother.
 
Oh, oh my God,
for my mother.
Oh, oh my God,
for my mother.
Oh, oh my God,
for my mother.
 

My country is a bit of heaven

Downstream from Danube
Decebal watches over
Up on the ridge of the mountain
Pintea and his band of merry men
Hold a dagger in the hand
 
Chorus:
My country is a bit of heaven
A bunch of May's flowers
Transylvania and Banat
Dobrogea and the whole Reign
Bassarabia beloved
With Romanians is twinned
A bunch of May's flowers
 
In the deep forests
Stefan and his yeomen guard
Iancu, the King of the 'Moti'
You're the master of the mountains
For us you still live
 
I put 'opinci' on my feet
And the Dacian hat
The language we are speaking
From the Daci we inherit
Language, our precious treasure
 
Mountains are our fortune
The Romanians' power
Meadows, waters and plains
The land of Romanians
This is our great fortune
 
We were born here
Our land is holy
We are gifted from heaven
With a holy place, a holy border
Let's love it up to the end