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Prayer for Parents

Mysterious and sensible,
Having completed their purpose,
Near us they fade and die away,
Our dear, dear parents.

Oh, Lord, call them back,
They've already had a hard life,
And make them young as they were,
Make them younger than us.

For those who gave birth to us
Give an order, do something
To delay them for awhile
From starting all over again.

They've paid with their lives
For their sons' errors
Lord, make them immortal
All the parents who pass away.

Look at them how they die,
Look at them how they fade away,
Candles in a cuckoo's nest,
They seem so silent, like snowing.

Full of illnesses and sufferings
We return to dust.
While we're still here, while they're still here,
Let us comfort our parents.

The earth is getting heavier,
Departing is getting harder.
Kiss your hand, my father,
Kiss your hand, my mother.

Why are you looking at me like that
Oh, my daughter, oh, my son?
I'm the one who will be next
My dearest, I'm going as well.

Kiss your hand, my father
Kiss your hand, my mother
Farewell, my son
Farewell, my daughter.

My father, my son
My mother, my daughter.

Lord, take care of the Romanians

We, during the first war
We overcame death, we
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
We shed our blood and sweat
For Great Romania
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

We sacrificed our life and soldiers
For a motherland of brothers,
Lord, take care of the Romanians
We ofered facts, we gave our words
From Nistru to Tisa,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

But then, in the year 1940
The year of the great robbery,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
Two beasts bit us:
The ultimatum and the dictate,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

The poor world didn’t know
That one day, in Moscow,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
They signed a stupid pact
Molotov and Ribbentrop
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

And the world fascism
Took a piece of Ardeal,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
And they gave it to Horty,
To hell with their names!
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

Stalin and his terror
Took Basarabia away from us
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
And he agreed with Hitler
To take away Bucovina from the north,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

The biggest robbers tore us apart
They took our country and our land,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
Nobody heard our cry as we were suffering on the cross,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

So we also took part
In the second war,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
Come on, marshal!
To Moldova and Ardeal,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

We fight for we miss each other
For our county, for our people,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
For the ancient borders,
For Great Romania,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

And we lost, and we were defeated,
And we were under Russian occupation
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
Our allies kept quiet,
Stalin did whatever he pleased,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

And we died a thousand times
In order to have again three colours on our flag
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
And we paid more than enough
For our holy freedom
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

Our country is small, the times are hard,
Whatever will be, will see,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
To forget, we’ll never forget
Our country as it is,
Lord, take care of the Romanians1

As long the Romanian will be a Romanian,
The baby will be breast fed,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
The true truth
About everything that happened,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

Remember, my son,
That there is a God,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
And a vow bounds you
Our country is not whole,
But this will be until one day

When you’ll also be a man
Always feel like a soldier,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!
For the ancient borders
For Great Romania,
Lord, take care of the Romanians!

Now It’s Autumn

Now it’s autumn, leaves roam and scatter,
Again the wind flings heavy drops against the glazing;
And you’re reading old letters, tattered and fading
And retrace a whole life-time in just one hour.

With sweet trifles you enjoy such time-wasting,
You’d hate to be disturbed by a tap on the shutter;
For when it’s sleeting outside, it’s so much better
To dream by the fireside, sleepily nodding.

So I stay in my chair, staring into the fire,
Dreaming of old tales and a fairy queen’s sighs;
Around me the mist rises higher and higher;

Suddenly the rustling of silk makes me rise,
Steps so soft, barely touched by the old floor . . .
Then with slender, icy hands you hide my eyes.

Waiting for Santa Claus

The Year is snowing his last file

Romanian's sons are singing corals

And they are waiting for Frosty-Santa

to bring them back the Santa Claus.

But Santa Claus has never been gone

He was forever and always "The Great Santa"

He did not descend from payed translations

He has prepared his arrival to us on the Christmas Eve

He has been roamed the Earth with peace

He was teaching the children what's good and what's bad

And what means what the man is doing

when he is in the care of his Santa.

The Year is snowing his last file

Romanian's sons are singing corals

And they are waiting for Frosty-Santa

to bring them back the Santa Claus. 

He has been sowed fairy throughout the snows

To be ever forgotten any problem

He is trying to be like a sweet holiday

overcoming any house with Christmas trees

And he did come to us for many years

Mysterious hidden at  the windows

But he was forever and always "the Great Santa"

Over Romanian Fairy-Tales.

The Year is snowing his last file

Romanian's sons are singing corals

And they are waiting for Frosty-Santa

to bring them back the Santa Claus. 

Maybe on the eaves are tears of mercy

Perhaps the children are crying and say

That they are waiting for Frosty-Santa

to bring them back the Santa Claus.

Anyway, descending from the tales and the legends

Next to the people and Prince Charming

Over the oceans and the continents

Santa is coming back home on his foots.

The Year is snowing his last file

Romanian's sons are singing corals

And they are waiting for Frosty-Santa

to bring them back the Santa Claus.