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Ioan Belbe
Mayor of Turt, for many years people are singing about the people and the roots of these parts, in poetry. Get the Flash Player to see this player. Free Dacians
Free dacians are still living
Their vesper bell is still playing
Pure rhythm of our ancestors
Under the wave they staid as a rock
There was no wave to break the rock
Neither storm to move it
The brave head has never taken a bow
Before those who wanted it cut
As we were we still remain
Brothers of the tree and river
As the forest we’re forever
Our people shell leave forever
We commend the law of life
That in the ancient hearth
In peace and serenity
They shell spend their life
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