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Wake Up, Romanian! ( Romania's national anthem.) Wake up, Romanian, from your deadly sleep Into which you've been sunk by the barbaric tyrants Now, or never, your fate renew, To which your enemies will bow to. Now or never let's give proof to the world That in these veins still flows a Roman blood, That in our chests we still maintain our pride in a name The victor in his battles, the name of Trajan! Raise your broad forehead and look around you Like fir trees, hundreds of thousands of heroes are standing firm; A voice they still wait for, to jump like wolves among the sheep, Elders, men, youths, boys, from mountains to the plains. Behold, imperial shadows, Michael, Stephen, Corvinus At the Romanian nation, your mighty progeny With arms like steel and hearts of fire impetuous "Live in liberty, or die" that's what they all decree. You were vanquished by the evils of your envy And by your blind disunity, at Milcov and the Carpathians But we, whose souls were pierced by holy liberty, Swear that for ever in brotherhood will join. A widowed mother from the time of Michael the Great Claims from her sons today a helping hand, Casting curses, with tears in her eyes, on whosoever, In such great peril, a traitor would become. Of thunder and of brimstone should they perish Those who flee our glorious endeavor When our land or our mother with tears in her heart, Will ask us to cross through swords and blazing fire. Didn't we have enough of the yatagan of the barbaric crescent Whose fatal wounds even today we still feel? Now the knout is intruding our ancestral homes, But we give witness before the Lord that alive, we do not accept it Didn't we have enough of the blinded despotism Whose yoke, like cattle, for centuries we've carried? Now let the cruel ones try, in their blind arrogance, To take away our language, we'll give it only if we're dead! Romanians from the four corners, now or never Unite in thought, unite in feeling Proclaim to the wide world that the Danube is stolen Through intrigue and coercion, sly machinations. Priests, raise the cross, as this army's Christian Give it liberty and it's sanctified scope We'd die better in battle, with honorary glory Than live again enslaved on our ancestral land.