Deșteaptă-te, române! (Awaken, Romanian!)

Deșteaptă-te, române! (Awaken, Romanian!) is the National anthem of Romania. it’s a stirring piece with a rich history intertwined with the Romanian spirit of independence and unity. It became the anthem of the 1848 revolution and has been sung during other crucial moments in Romanian history, including wars and protests.

It was officially adopted in 1990 after the fall of communism, and the lyrics resonate deeply with Romanians, evoking feelings of patriotism, pride, and sacrifice.

  • Title: Deșteaptă-te, române! (Awaken, Romanian!)
  • Lyrics: Written by Andrei Mureșanu in 1848 during the Romanian Revolution. They call for national awakening, unity, and resistance against oppression.
  • Music: The melody comes from a popular folk song, likely chosen by composer Gheorghe Ucenescu for its uplifting and patriotic feel.


Romanian original

English version

Wake up Romanians from your sleep of death
Into which you’ve been sunk by the barbaric tyrants
Now or never, sow a new fate for yourself

To which even your cruel enemies will bow!

Now or never, let us show the world
That through these arms, Roman blood still flows;
And that in our chests we still proudly bear a name
Triumphant in battles, the name of Trajan!

Raise your broad forehead and see around you
How, like fir trees on a mountain, brave youths, of a hundred thousand
An order they await, ready to pounce, as if wolves on sheep.
Old men and young, from mountains high and plains wide!

Behold, mighty shadows; Michael, Stephen, Corvinus,
The Romanian nation, your great grandchildren.
With armed hands, with your fire in their veins,
“Life in liberty or death”, they all proclaim!

You were vanquished by the evils of your envy
And by blind disunity at Milcov and the Carpathians
But we, whose souls were pierced by holy liberty,
Swear that forever in brotherhood we will join!

A widowed mother from time of Michael the Brave
Of her sons, she today demands a helping hand
And curses, with tears in her eyes, whosoever
In times of such great need, a traitor proven!

Of thunder and of brimstone should they perish
Anyone who flees from this glorious calling.
When homeland and our mothers, with a sorrowful heart,
Will ask us to cross through swords and blazing fire!

Have we not had enough of the barbaric crescent’s yatagan
Whose fatal wounds we still feel today?
Now, the knout[note 3] is intruding on our ancestral lands
But the Lord is our witness that so long as we are alive, we won’t accept it!

Have we not had enough of despotism and its unseeing eye
Whose yoke, like cattle, for centuries we have carried?
Now the cruel ones are trying, in their blind arrogance,
To take away our language, but only dead shall we surrender it!

Romanians of the four corners of the world, now or never,
Unite in thought, unite in feeling!
Proclaim to the world that the Danube has been stolen
Through intrigue and coercion, sly machinations!

Priests, lead with holy crosses, for this army is Christian,
Its motto is liberty and its goal all too holy.
Better to die in battle in with eternal glory,
Than to once again be slaves on our ancient lands!


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