Frunză verde, foaie fragă,
Departe eşti mândră dragă,
Două dealuri ne desparte,
Două dealuri şi-o pădure.

Pădurea de s’ar uscare,
Dealuri de s’ar măcinare,
Să se vadă sat cu satu,
Să văd şi eu ce’am lăsatu.

Green leaf, fragile leaf,
How far off you are, dear sweetheart;
We are separated by two hills,
Two hills and a forest.

If only the forest would wither,
If only the hills would crumble to dust,
So one could see from village to village,
And I too could see what I’ve left behind.