Moldova
"Limba Noastra"
(Our Tongue)


ENGLISH TRANSLATION

A treasure is our tongue that surges
From deep shadows of the past,
Chain of precious stones that scattered
All over our ancient land.

A burning flame is our tongue
Amidst a people waking
From a deathly sleep, no warning,
Like the brave man of the stories.

Our tongue is the greenest leaf
Of the everlasting forests,
Gentle river Nistru's ripples
Hiding starlight bright and shining.

Our tongue is more than holy,
Words of homilies of old
Wept and sung perpetually
In the homesteads of our folks.

A treasure will spring up swiftly
From deep shadows of the past,
Chain of precious stones that scattered
All over our ancient land.