2019.01.24.
The Hora (Dance) of Union
Let's give hand to handThose with the Romanian heart,
Let's turn the hora of brotherhood
On the land of Romania!
May the bad grass in the cultures perish!
May perish the enmity in the country!
Between us be no more
But flowers and humanity!
Hey Walachian, hey neighbor,
Come to catch me with me,
And to life with union
And to death with brotherhood!
Where there is one, there is not power
In needs and in pain,
Where are the two, the power grows,
And the enmity does not increase!
We are both of a mother,
Of a nature and of a kind,
Like two fir trees in a stalk,
Like two eyes in a light.
We both have a name,
Both a destiny in the world.
I am brother to you, you are brother to me,
In us two a soul beats!
Come to Milcov with hurry
To dry it out in a sip,
So that the big road pass
Over our old borders,
And so that the holy sun see
In a day of feast
Our brotherly hora
On the Romanian plain!