National Anthem of Moldova – Republic of Moldova

Moldova is one of the landlocked countries located in Eastern Europe. Chișinău is the capital city of Moldova. Primarily, Moldova was a part of Soviet Union. In 1991, the country declared itself as an independent nation. Moldova became republic country be adopting its constitution on 29^th July, 1994.

Moldova is one of the countries that has two national anthems. “Deşteaptă-te, române!” was the original National Anthem of Moldova and Romania together till 1994. "Limba noastră" became the National Anthem of Moldova, when the constitution was adopted. The meaning of the starting phrase of the national anthem of Moldova - "Limba noastră" is “Our Language”.

The national anthem of Moldova was originally written in Romanian language. The lyrics for the National anthem of Moldova was written by Alexei Mateevici. The music for the National anthem of Moldova was composed by Alexandru Cristea.

National Flag of Moldova

National Anthem of Moldova in Romanian language:

The following is the National Anthem of Moldova in Romanian language.

Limba noastră-i o comoară

În adâncuri înfundată

Un șirag de piatră rară

Pe moșie revărsată.

Limba noastră-i foc, ce arde

Într-un neam, ce fără veste

S-a trezit din somn de moarte,

Ca viteazul din poveste.

Limba noastră-i frunză verde,

Zbuciumul din codrii veșnici,

Nistrul lin, ce-n valuri pierde

Ai luceferilor sfeșnici.

Limba noastra-i limbă sfântă,

Limba vechilor cazanii,

Care-o plâng și care-o cântă

Pe la vatra lor țăranii.

Răsări-va o comoară

În adâncuri înfundată,

Un șirag de piatră rară

Pe moșie revărsată.

National Anthem of Moldova in English:

The National Anthem of Moldova was translated into English as mentioned below.

Our language is a treasure

Buried in the deepest sand,

Chain of precious stones

That scattered all over our ancient land.

Our language is flame burning

Amidst brothers, awakened

From a deathly sleep, no warning,

Like the heroes of some legend.

A green leaf is our language,

Sounds of everlasting forests,

Gentle Dniester, which in ripples

Carries morning star's flickers.

Our language is sacred language,

Words of homilies of old

Wept and sung perpetually

In the homesteads of our folk.

A treasure might one day spring

From the deepest of the sand,

Chain of precious stones

That scattered all over our ancient land.