Translation of the song Soldatul român artist Romanian Folk

În acel august bestemat

In that cursed August

Ce ne-a adus robie,

That brought us slavery,

Văzui în câmp un biet soldat

I saw on the field a poor soldier

Aflat în agonie.

Who was in agony.

Era un brav ostaș român

He was a brave romanian soldier

Cu fruntea de-acum rece,

With his forehead turned cold,

Răpus de-al glontelui păgân,

Slain by a pagan's bullet,

Durere ce nu trece.

Everlasting pain.

M-am închinat la acel bărbat

I worshiped that man

Căzut la datorie,

Fallen to duty,

Căci al meu tată, tot soldat,

Because my own soldier father

Trecut-a-n veșnicie.

Has died too.

El m-a privit îndurerat

He looked at me with pain

Cu fața dabia vie,

With his face barely alive,

Din cer o lacrimă o scăpat

A tear fell from the sky

Și dus a fost să fie.

And he was gone.

M-am închinat la acel bărbat

I worshiped that man

Căzut la datorie,

Fallen to duty,

Căci al meu tată, tot soldat,

Because my own soldier father

Trecut-a-n veșnicie.

Has died too.