Oh, My beloved and tired children! Do you like these fields? Do you like these mountains? Oh, they look like the Sion mountains! Oh, little but beautiful country, oppressed country. My Mother has chosen you to be Her garden, and that is why I will remove all your dandruff from you. Oh, Romania, Romania, which are full of wealth, I will shake you and I will clean you up, because I have many relics of saints in your hearth.