The Will of our Forefathers (Amathia)
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| English: Awaken thee, Amathian! | |
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 Coat of Arms of Zirnia | |
Regional anthem of Zirnia | |
| Also known as | Răsunetul Libertății (English: The Echo of Liberty) |
| Lyrics | Alexandru Serio, 1710 |
| Music | Iuliu Arvinescu, 1849 |
Ⰴⰵⱎⱅⰵⰰⱂⱅⱐ-ⱅⰵ, Ⰰⰿⰰⱚⰵ! (tr, Deșteaptă-te, Amathe!, officially translated into Gaullican as "Éveille-toi, Amathien!", and into Estmerish as "Awaken thee, Amathian", is the national anthem of the Amathian Democratic Republic.
Lyrics
| Original Amathian | Literal Translation |
|---|---|
| Pãrinteasca dimãndari | Wake up, Amathian, from the sleep of death |
| Nã sprigiurã cu foc mari | Into which you have been sunk by the barbaric tyrants |
| Fratsã di mumã shi di'un tatã | Now, or never, make a new fate for yourself, |
| Noi zãrmãnj di eta toatã | To which even your cruel enemies will bow. |
| Di sum ploclji di murmintsã | Now or never let us give proof to the world |
| Strigã a noshtsã bunj pãrintsã | That in these veins a Solarian blood still flows, |
| Blãstem mari s'aibã'n casã | That in our chests we hold a name with pride, |
| Cari di limba lui s'alasã | Victorious in battle, the name of Trajan |
| Cari shi'alasã limba lui | Behold, great shadows, Cosmin, Eligiu, Cyriacus, |
| S'lu ardã pira focului | The Amathian Nation, your great-grandchildren, |
| Tsi s'dirinã yiu pri loc | With weapons in their arms, with your fire in their veins, |
| Sã'i si frigã limba'n foc | "Life in freedom or death!" shout all. |
| El în vatra'i pãrinteascã | You were vanquished by the evils of your envy |
| Fumealjia sã nu'shi hãrseascã | And by your blind disunity, at Arciluco and the Carpathians |
| Di fumeljii cãrunj s'nu bashi | But we, whose souls were pierced by holy liberty, |
| Natu în leagãnu s'nu nfashi | Swear that for ever in brotherhood will join. |
| Cari fudzi di'a lui mumã | A widowed mother from the time of Michael the Great |
| Shi di pãrinteasca'i numã | Claims from her sons today a helping hand, |
| Fugã'i doara Domnului | And with tears in her eyes curses whomsoever, |
| Shi dultseamea somnului | In such great peril, a traitor would become. |
| De fulgere să piară, de trăsnet și pucioasă, | Of thunder and of brimstone should they perish |
| Oricare s-ar retrage din gloriosul loc, | Anyone who would flee the glorious place |
| Când patria sau mama, cu inima duioasă, | When our land or our mother, with a sorrowful heart, |
| Va cere ca să trecem prin sabie și foc. | Will ask us to cross through swords and blazing fire. |
| N-ajunge iataganul barbarei semilune, | Didn't we have enough of the 'yatagan of the barbaric crescent |
| A cărui plăgi fatale și azi le mai simțim; | Whose fatal wounds we still feel today; |
| Acum se vâră cnuta în vetrele străbune, | Now the knout is intruding in our ancestral homes, |
| Dar martor ne e Domnul că vii nu o primim. | But the Lord is our witness that we shall not accept it alive. |
| N-ajunge despotismul cu-ntreaga lui orbie, | Didn't we have enough of the blinded despotism, |
| Al cărui jug de secole ca vitele-l purtăm; | Whose yoke, like cattle, for centuries we have carried? |
| Acum se-ncearcă cruzii, cu oarba lor trufie, | Now the cruel ones are trying, in their blind arrogance, |
| Să ne răpească limba, dar morți numai o dăm. | To take away our language, but only dead will we surrender it. |
| Amathi din patru unghiuri, acum ori niciodată | Amathians from the four corners, now or never |
| Uniți-vă în cuget, uniți-vă-n simțiri. | Unite in thought, unite in feeling |
| Strigați în lumea largă că patria-i furată | Proclaim to the wide world that the fatherland is stolen |
| Prin intrigă și silă, viclene uneltiri. | Through intrigue and coercion, sly machinations. |
| Preoți, cu crucea-n frunte căci oastea e sotiriană, | Priests, lead with your crucifixes, for our army is Sotirian, |
| Deviza-i libertate și scopul ei preasfânt. | The motto is Liberty and its goal is holy, |
| Murim mai bine-n luptă, cu glorie deplină, | Better to die in battle, in full glory, |
| Decât să fim sclavi iarăși în vechiul nost' pământ. | Than to once again be slaves upon our ancient ground! |
Other translations
A more poetic Estmerish translation
- 1
- Awaken thee, Amathian, wake up from deadly slumber
- The scourge of inauspicious barbarian tyrannies
- And now or never to a bright horizon clamber
- That shall to shame put all your enemies.
- 2
- It's now or never that we prove to the world
- That in these veins still flows Solarian blood
- And in our hearts for ever we glorify a name
- Triumphant in battles, the name of Trajan.
- 4
- Behold, imperial shadows, Cosmin,Eligiu, Cyriacus
- At the Amathian nation, your mighty progeny
- With arms like steel and hearts of fire impetuous
- "Live in liberty, or die" that's what they all decree.
- 11
- Priests, raise the cross, as this army is Christian
- Give it liberty and it's sanctified scope
- We'd rather die in battle, with honorary glory
- Than live again enslaved on our ancestral land.
Solarian translation
- 1
- Excita, Amathe, a sumno mortis,
- In quo barbari tyranni te sopiverant!
- Nunc vel nunquam tuum fatum deseces
- Hostes etiam tui crudeles cui venerari debent!
- 2
- Nunc vel nunquam mundo dicimus
- In his venis etiam Solariorum sanguinem fluere,
- Ac in noster pectoribus, nomen superbe servamus
- Bello vincentis, Traiani nomen!
- 4
- Videte, magnae umbrae, Cosminus, Eligius, Cyriacus
- Rem publicam Amathicam, voster priogenes
- Bracchiis armatis, voster igni in venis
- “Vita in libertate, vel mors” omnes clamant.
Instrumental version
An instrumental version of the song can be found here: Instrumental version of Awaken thee, Amathian!