Casa părintească nu se vinde [English translation]

Listen to me, sisters

And you my brothers who quarrelled,

It's a sin, it's not just , it's not right

To sell the house that heated you.

The family home is not to be sold,

Anything holy isn't to be sold,

Children are still coming to it to carol...

They don't know that the parents aren't (alive) any more.

The family home is not to be sold,

The parental threshold is not to be sold;

Out of so many dear and holy places

Mother's eyes are still watching us. (bis)

Every one of us would need money,

We all have kids and times are tough,

But how could you sell the window,

The one at which mum used to wait for us?

We will give it away and they'll change the locks

And they'll also give it new windows

And walking past it someday

It will look at us like we're strangers.

The family home is not to be sold,

The parental threshold is not to be sold;

Out of so many dear and holy places

Mother's eyes are still watching us. (bis)

We will leave life someday

And our parents up there will ask:

How's their dear house doing,

Who's caring for it today?

How's their dear house doing,

Who's caring for it today?...

• Artist:Fuego (Romania)