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.