L'Appel des montagnes [The Call of the Mountains] [English translation]

Against the the waves, a sword in our hands

Against the ocean, back against the wall

And the distress in the presence of our enemies

And the storms which beat against our faces

A cry rises up across the sky

As a sign, the flight of anguished souls

The call of the mountains

The cry of our souls

The call of the Alps

The song in our hearts

The song of the mountains

What is this feeling in our hearts

And this desire which lifted our yearning eyes?

What is this sound, the echo of ashes and their spread

And this presage which burns out from the lyres of the gods?

A cry rises up in the high winds

As a summons, the cry of anguished souls

The call of the mountains

The cry of our souls

The call of the Alps

The song in our hearts

The song of the mountains

The voice in the wind

The signs in the sky

The call of the mountains

The cry of our souls

The call of the Alps

The song in our hearts

The call of the mountains

The cry of our souls

The call of the Alps

The song in our hearts

The song of the mountains