Tufechi câḑură ńil’i di ori
Many thousands of time, weapons have fired
Pisti mârate vlahi hori
Over the poor vlach villages;
Di ńil’i di ori pi-a noşţă fraţ
Many thousands of time, we have found our brothers
I-aflăm pit căl’iuri vâtâmaţ
Laying wounded on the road;
Ma l-agiunḑi, ia sculaţ
But enought, arise,
Bre giońi ficiori, bre giońi ficiori!
You young lads, young lads!
Noi himu a Pindului ficiori
We are the sons of Pindu,
Noi himu ş-buńi, noi him ş-arăi
We are nice but fierce if needed be;
Tufechili ştim s-li mânuim
We know how to wield weapons,
Nu nă-i africă ta s-murim
We aren't afraid of dying,
Că pitu aestă va s-duchim
Because that's how we will feel
Că himu armâńi dit Munţăl’i Pind
That we are aromanians from the Pindu Mountains.
Nu-aveţ în vini sânḑâ-n voi
You don't have what it takes, [1]
Nu hiţ armâńi, nu hiţ ca noi
You aren't aromanians, you're not like us;
Ma cându-a s-grim a nostru zbor
When we will utter our words
Va s-hibă zbor căḑut dit nior
It will be words descending from the clouds; [2]
Aestă-i bana di ficior
That's the life of the young,
Aşi vrem noi, aşi vrem noi!
That's what we want, that's what we want!