On of the most talented Romanian poets Lucian Blaga had been inspired by this special moment to write the following lyrics:
Let’s get out from these walls,
from arcades that press us,
from the ring of the city with aged towers,
from the mist that falls on metal bridges.
Come up on the hill, the latest existent under the sun,
where a past of glory with a slow breath
is sleeping under rocks,
let’s scream out from there after traveling birds.
Let’s scream like the children use to scream between games,
who without knowing what they scream for
speak out through hues their ephemeral shout
for those that have a place in heaven.