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Remember who you are!
In the deceptive times that cast their spell on the sleeping conscience,
Today's youth are lost in masses of merged and dissipated identities,
With a meticulous clanging of tin, almost deafening to the ear of history,
They form a melting pot of collective mentality, a dense and murky fog.
It would be easy to provide a quick explanation for this ultra-progressive phenomenon,
Which has homogenized characters and scattered historical sentimentality,
Dissolving even the last trace of the clarity of inherited sense,
For what could be simpler than to conclude that the youth have been deprived?
Where are you going, young person, toward the Sunset of great promises of progress?
There, in the West, where the mirages of the new world dazzle with their brilliance,
Where contemporary ideologies promise happiness on this earth,
In a neurotic delight that urges you to swallow without questioning.
Have you not yet understood that appearances are often deceiving,
You naively leap into the whirlpool of contemporary ideologies,
You easily believe what the majority promotes, but forget that history,
Has shown that it is not the many who hold reality, but the few and the strong.
The Romanian, a rock against the turbulent waters of deceptive times,
Could not be easily fooled, having the consciousness of ancestral values,
Stronger than any current coming from outside,
Have you forgotten the deep heritage buried in your heart?
The Myth of Progress is the dream that delights your senses and blinds you,
You have learned to love evolution and to become an obedient citizen,
Society rewards your perseverance with small fleeting joys,
But you have forgotten the moment of the Present, the simplicity of awakened thoughts.
Shadowed by the nostalgia of the Future, yearning for the certainty of a better tomorrow,
You have forgotten that the ideal is not in the standards imposed by the elites of society,
The Present is made of simple, yet awakened reflections,
It's time to stop and lock the whirl of currents that has engulfed you.
Breathe deeply, remember the life of your parents in communism,
How difficult it is to serve foreign ideas, remember who you are,
Do not be afraid, for victory does not belong to the many,
But to those who firmly believe in Truth and the inheritance of the soul.
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