Wake up, Romanian, from your deadly sleep,
Sunken by the barbaric tyrants!
Now or never make yourself a new fate,
For your cruel enemies to bow!
Now or never prove to the world
That in our veins still flows a Roman blood,
That in our chests we proudly keep one name
Triumphant in battles, the name of Trajan!
Lift up thy broad forehead and look around,
As mountains’ fir trees, hundreds of thousands lads;
A voice they only await to jump like wolves among the sheep,
Elders, men, youths, boys, from mountains to the plains!
Look, oh, great shadows, Michael, Stephen, Corvinus,
The Romanian nation, your grand-grandchildren,
With weapons in arms, with your veins’ fire,
„Live free or die,” all shout.