The heroes of the age, crucified among the crosses*
They gather again under the flag, look at them, do not serve!
They are all as one again, with chains on their chests,
How holy is their way? and how righteous!
Near? he air blows without? of the wind
and the curse runs in gusts,
I call you, I call you, no word,
But do you feel what it means? Hell.
Come, heathen, I'm waiting for you at the border!
Come on, come once?, and look me in the eye!
I have the eapa in hand? and the clear thunder,
Come and die!
With great enemies, or with lesser kings,
With thieves or tyrants, with all from -here,
Are they facing each other? Wallachians, how great Vlad
Do they know? forward, watching them from the threshold!
I am big and free and straight as a flight,
I am a Bessarabian bone from now until? I'm dying,
I stayed at Târgovi?te and Danube shield,
I didn't have anything holier than justice!
Come, heathen, I'm waiting for you at the border !
Come, come once?, and look me in the eye!
I have the eapa in my hand? and the clear thunder,
Come and die!

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