Nu mă las de limba noastră [English translation]

If somehow one day we are stricken

By twisted fate from [high] above [us]

Better to spend our whole lives silent

Than to abandon our [dear] language.

Don't whisper to me of another,

Don't shout it out beneath my window!

My point of view is never changing:

I won't abandon our [dear] language!

How long upon this blust'rous planet

Will there exist [our] human breathing?

Holy and beautiful forever

May it live on: our [dear] language!

Chosen by ancient fate to never

fade, with a diction high, enchanting.

Always, beneath the sun, resounding

[just] like a song, [is] our [dear] language.

And so my will 'neath blue horizon:

Let even pagan heathen know her!

I'll not abandon our [dear] language,

Our [dear] language: [sweet] Romanian.

• Artist:O-Zone
• Album:Number 1 (2002)