I (englisch Version) Lyrics

Open gates of wind, a whistle slowly crawling in Locked winter, greened forests. Black and white are blending secretly untwining time The drop falls, splitting the rock, The round dance starts to circle untwining waters; the strong ice Which has long traveled, from the rocky mountain's heart; A sign: the beginning of time. By itself. On the chosen path. At the forest's heart, in the wind's whispering, In the rock's shadow... a sculptured face on the heights of Ceahlau Mountain Which, from icy ice, took the shape it had been given. Forever! Pepper... through flames and fire, stormy... game; Burned in fire, through embers and ashes, crossing beyond Upwards on a faded path - that of the chosen path. Kind-hearted brothers, rohmani! Coming from the real, from beyond Apa Simbetii, Beyond Novac's furrow, From the heart of the earth, in the mountains high, The grayish mountains, and of the fir tree, Fir tree... the brave! In the mountains high, through the small firs, at the old sheepfold Where the grass grows, interweaving four by four, Stag of the defrosted realm, beast of the fields and of the earth, slowly descending... The trees in his way they all bend their branches His goading antlers like pearls Swinging gait... towards the secret place - the path. Stinging nettle sprouting, and blooming, From the vastness of the world a law is taking shape To utter the word, bluntly, and for all. Law of the club and of the fear. True! Furrowed bear chest, By the Living Fire, from beyond Strimba Oilor At the heart of the clearings, at the heart of the woods, Its flame throws back, and from fire and blood Green fir's bud, gobbled up, stained with blood... embodied... unchained. From here, to where... beyond... The path!