Nu mă las de limba noastră [English translation]

If somehow, someday we are

Struck from above by ill fate,

Better we be mute all our life

Than deprived of our language.

Chorus:

Of another (language), don't whisper to me,

Don't shout it to me from under my window!

My opinion no longer changes,

I don't give up our language!

How long in this noisy world

Will human breath be?

Forever holy and beautiful,

May our language live on!

(chorus)

Fated in antiquity never to decline

With its high, magical pronunciation,

May our language always resound

Under the sun, like a song.

So my wish under the blue evening

is that even the pagan may know it.

I do not give up our language

Our language, Romanian.