Tiny chapel amid mounts-Bisericuta dintre munti

Tiny chapel amid mountains
A miracle sculpted in wood
Hearing the wind o'er the world flouence
For ages, listening you stood.

Long long ago to you would hike
To humble themselves and to pray,
Prince and shepherd, all alike,
Believing they went on their way.

Beneath the blue, celestial vault
Beneath the vault of the dark sky,
A hermit, holz, without fault,
Through prayer guarded you on high.

Among trees that reach up and sway
Within the thriving forest hiding
The light of Jesus you are shining
In resin melting sin away.

Tiny chapel amid mountains
A dwelling for a prayer and dream
Conqueror and quenquered you redeem,
You shelter all and none renounce.