De Ruef vo de Bärge [The Call of the Mountains] [English translation]

Against this waves with our swords in the hands

Against the sea with the back against the wall

Against this rage in the eyes of our enemy

Against the storms which fiercely strikes our faces

A calling goes trough heaven's tent

A cry from the crane in its flight

The call from the mountains

This voice of the alps, the call from home

The song of the mountains, the sound in my heart

What is this urge like storms in our innermost?

What is this longing that draws our sight upwards?

What is this sound that breaks trough this black cloud?

What is the sound of this harp promising me?

A calling echoes from afar trough the wind

A promise, the cry of the crane

The call from the mountains

This voice of the alps, the call from home

The song of the mountains, the sound in my heart

This voice carries from the wind a sign to me

The call from the mountains

This voice of the alps, the call from home

The song of the mountains

The call from the mountains

The voice of the alps, the call from home

The sound in my heart