Against the waves with our swords in our hands
Against the sea with our backs to the walls
Against distress in the presence of our enemies
Against the storms roaring at our faces
A cry rang out throughout the skies
A beckon, the flight of the cranes
The call of the mountains
The call of the Alps, the call home
The tune in our hearts, the song of the mountains
What is that jostling storm in our innermost?
What is that longing which drew up our gaze?
What is that sound which breaks through the black clouds?
What is the sound from those harps saying to me?
A call echoes through the wind from far away
A promise, at the cry of the crane
The call from the mountains
The voice from the Alps, the call from home
The song from the mountains, the tune in my heart
The voice in the wind
The signs in the sky
The call of the mountains, the call of the Alps
The call of our homeland
The song in our heart, the call of the mountains
Of our Alps, this is where we're home
This is where our heart is, the chant of the mountains