[Verse 1] Deep in the heart of the ancient green, Where the tallest pines of the Carpathians lean, The morning mist is thick and gray, And the king of the mountain starts his day. Oh, heavy paws on the mossy ground, He walks the woods without a sound. [Chorus] Run, little deer, hide in the shade, The old brown bear is in the glade. Father of forests, mighty and grand, Ruling over the Romanian land. Strigă codrul, răsună valea, Make way for the bear, clear out his pathway! [Verse 2] He climbs where the wild sweet berries grow, Where the ice-cold mountain rivers flow. He tears the bark from the old oak tree, A spirit untamed, wild and free. With coat of dark amber and eyes so bright, He shadows the forest before the night. [Chorus] Run, little deer, hide in the shade, The old brown bear is in the glade. Father of forests, mighty and grand, Ruling over the Romanian land. Strigă codrul, răsună valea, Make way for the bear, clear out his pathway! [Verse 3] When the winter wind begins to blow, And the peaks are buried deep in snow, He’ll curl asleep in his rocky den, Far from the paths and the eyes of men. To dream of the spring and the whispering leaves, And the ancient magic the forest weaves. [Outro] Sleep now, old king, under the stars, The mountain is yours, the valley is ours. Măreț și tăcut, through the shadows he goes, Only the deep, dark forest knows.
