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Land full of history sprinkled
Caught between the mountains and many hills, You look so-filled with glory, Hope, bravery, ideals! How to you do not have fought! So much for your freedom! Family-behind left For nothing he cared. Now head up up And shows-us modestly, That do not bear malice, Those that had dragged on slavery. ----------------------------------- They suffered through the mountains, starving! Cold and expensive private freedom. Far from loved ones. Oh, God! Thanks because the grief is far today! What could have escaped. Still others have endured heavy shackles, To work hard and have condemned With cruelty, of tyranny, who reprimanded. They were alone and kept in cold cell No relief! Nothing was good! Instead, it will go bad once And will be released foreign bars. Only birds`s twittering masterly, Align them disagreeable sometimes. without seeing the blue sky, No month, no sun, no stars, no clouds ... Those who died today rest, The "Cemetery of the Poor" in Sighet, And are heroes, that's natural, Even if now the grass grows them.... And today those breathing, Heroes poor but worthy admiration (For the praise does not aspire) We thank non-stop!!!
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