If there is anything left of our pride in the world. And if there was something else, From what we know, we can say to those who often ask us: Who are we? What people? we all answer that a star is among us immortal, A Light from the ages lit up and raised us in a country that bears his name, Eminescu! Eminescu is ours, he is our father and our son, it is the voice that calls us from the wilderness, The verse written with a stone chisel: Eminescu is eternity, It is longing that binds me to beautiful Romania! That there is no more beautiful country in the world to show off, than Wallachia where his heart beats!
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