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Under the mantle of night, a deep and melancholic murmur,
The calling of a sacred land, an echo from the depths of the soul,
People, understand, uncover plans cloaked in darkness,
Every word is a shiver of protest, a magic of unspoken truths,
Our land, with deep-rooted bonds, untainted and heartfelt farewell.
When the stars shine over the proud and ancient Carpathians,
A patriot, a Romanian, an eternal flame in the darkness of time,
In the shadowed Parliament, whispers of light are born,
Uncovering the hidden witchcraft of those who wish to break our sky.
They have no chance, as long as there is a Romanian heart beating for the land,
An ancient, eternal oath, rooted in our sacred place,
Their plans may be woven with slyness and madness,
But Romania, the land of unicorns and living waters, will not be defeated.
Orthodox Christians will gather under the sacred oak,
To defend the ancestral land from prophets and phantoms from afar,
There is no place for intrusions, no place for false heresy,
This is our soil, our rivers, the memories of our eternal life.
Romania will not bow under the hegemony of those who wish to engulf us,
For we know, we know what you prepare, but stay calm,
Under the starry sky of the Carpathians, Romanians will gather again,
Fighting for every meter of land, until the last breath.
Calling all those who have left, return home to the motherland,
Romania will remain united, under its shield of sun and moon,
It will not be shattered by anyone, defending its land with tenacity,
Because Romania, my dear ones, is ours, eternal and magical.
Let us fight, let us gather, let us keep this flame alive,
For the only ones who can change the course are those who believe in the magic within,
In our beloved Romania, under the mantle of night full of enigmas,
We will write an unforgettable epic, a call to truth and light.
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