The sea’s laps

Once again the sea

Has raised its laps upside down

Just like today, like yesterday,

Just like a century, a millenium ago

Or another time

Measured and baptized

Look, so the world can see

That its great and it’s got head

But they are so beautiful

The sea’s laps!

How much lace and foam

Whirling and love whispers

Singing, colour, sadness

A scream of freedom

The seagull, boundless bird

A Greek amphora

That gushes to the shore

As an escape

And the Ancient Greece in a golden century

Is greeting us from the sea

And Pericle is sending us

An amphora filled with wine

Not with wormwood!

From an Athenian, flourishing democracy

So as to get tipsy a little

Within an uncertain democracy

With a drop of wine

But look well, look well

At the shells’ lace

At the end of the foamy lace

Filled with sand, algae

Shining foam pearls

Thousands of creatures, dizzy by Mars

God, could someone in this splendour

Even die?

And the moment of the sea’s beauty

And ours-carpe diem- remember

Are evanescent

Oh, live this moment

When the sea’s laps raise

And astounding twist

In a sacred, mad Romanian ring dance

Beyond us, beyond democracy,

Beyond the sea

An astounding, springing round, to the top

Of the Carpathians- a kiss of brothers

Who also have a sea

Their great grandeur

And eternal dreaming

The Great Romania