Limba Noastră - Cetatea (Alexei Mateevici lyrics)

Thanks to plyrgheorghe for the translation! “Our language is a treasure Buried in deep abysms A rosary of rare stones Scattered upon our ancient land. Our language is fire that burns In the heart of a people, which suddenly Awoke from death-like slumber Like heroes from fairy tales. Our language is pure music, Doina vibrating with passion, Swarm of thunders, that burst through Black clouds and blue skies. Our language is the voice of bread, Swinged in summer by the wind, By speaking it our