Hello, dear Bucharest, I write
from Transylvania, with a brotherly sight.
Come on, don’t be mad at me,
I send you joy from God’s decree.
I, a Moldovan, with longing true,
bring greetings straight from Heaven to you,
from mountains high and meadows rare,
the message comes, bright and clear.
Come on, let’s start a dance, a round,
let people dance at morning’s sound.
It’s your day, a celebration grand,
flower by flower across the land!
Remember this in your heart today:
in this wide country, we all have a say.
Bucharest, Transylvania, and Moldova,
united we stand — that is the law!
20.09.2025
With love from Transylvania,
Andrei Guțu
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 5:22 AM UTC
Hello, dear Bucharest, I write
from Transylvania, with a brotherly sight.
Come on, don’t be mad at me,
I send you joy from God’s decree.
I, a Moldovan, with longing true,
bring greetings straight from Heaven to you,
from mountains high and meadows rare,
the message comes, bright and clear.
Come on, let’s start a dance, a round,
let people dance at morning’s sound.
It’s your day, a celebration grand,
flower by flower across the land!
Remember this in your heart today:
in this wide country, we all have a say.
Bucharest, Transylvania, and Moldova,
united we stand — that is the law!
20.09.2025
With love from Transylvania,
Andrei Guțu
The poem was originally written in Romanian and later translated into English.
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