#moldova
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
One day I told the world aloud:
“We are free, we’ll step unbowed!”
Moldova began its fragile way,
taking careful steps upon its clay.
Though we are a separate state,
our hearts are books that educate —
written in the Romanian tongue,
with ancestral roots forever young.
We are not alone upon this earth,
Romanians feel through every word’s worth.
Though we are parted, split apart,
we do not wish to differ at heart.
Independent, but not from kin,
not from parents, nor Carpathian wind.
The motherland is ever near,
in our speech, beside God’s sphere.
27.08.2025
Andrei GUȚU
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 5:11 AM UTC