Peaceful Germania bathed on the sunshine
of a sparkling Roman wine !
The snowflakes that settle on hills and valley
evoke mischievous little elves ...
Earth so much turned over by seasons
and empires that passed ,soil so covered
and never subjugated ...
Between Rhine and Moselle ,the vigilant guard ,
fire of ancient hearth ,watch over the spirits !
south wind ,
the legionnaire traces the road ,
Sol invictus !
Fertile land who slowly will get lost
in the maze of the estuary ...
\" should I leave my gondola dreams in Basel ,
to go die to the song of the Lorelei ? \'\'
\'\' Jonk Fra dègen mir aner Becher
vun dëser wäis sylvaner ! \'\'
\'\' Young maid serve me another pitcher
of this white sylvaner ! \'\'