Dorul [English translation]

Andra:

The longing runs, runs, nobody catches up to it,

The longing flies, it leaves the heart bitter.

The longing runs, runs, nobody catches up to it,

The longing flies, it leaves the heart bitter.

Puya:

I feel the blood of the Romanian, it flows through my veins,

I see so many signs carved into the wood

At the view from Caraiman1

It's as if I see Mihai Viteazul2 riding on a horse.

I feel it when I leave Bucharest, it's in the loam of the old houses, in stories

It's in the fire of the oven, it's in the wine on the table, the stories of yore.

Dressed in suits, they count their RON3, but we know: even gentlemen come from the country.

I'm the most Romanian of the earthlings, I'm at home among the people of Maramureș4.

Damn, give us peace, you know that, whatever happens, blood is thicker than water!

Andra:

The longing runs, runs, nobody catches up to it,

The longing flies, it leaves the heart bitter.

The longing runs, runs, nobody catches up to it,

The longing flies, it leaves the heart bitter.

Guz:

The family home probably can't be sold, no, it'd be best for you to care for it

It needed me, I felt attracted, only with my folks did I feel at home.

It always seemed better where I wasn't, it's probably better,

Maybe that's why they went.

It's a drama, I feel how mother used to call out to me, or mother's mother, or mother's mother's mother.

And the memories hid themselves in the dusty upper shelf,

When we ran barefoot and were many more and didn't have any fears.

And only in the desolate nights, when tears flowed,

The longing, longing runs, nobody catches up to it, no!

Andra:

The longing runs, runs, nobody catches up to it,

The longing flies, it leaves the heart bitter.

The longing runs, runs, nobody catches up to it,

The longing flies, it leaves the heart bitter.

Wherever my steps may go, my soul is full of them

This longing doesn't leave me, it doesn't leave me

The same word and the same thought always tie to this ground,

The most wonderful place is home, home!

Longing, longing, longing...

1. A mountain peak in Romania2. Michael the brave--a Romanian hero3. Romanian currency4. A Romanian country with historical villages

• Artist:Puya