Against the waves, with out 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

 cry rang out throughout the skies
 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's that stir, so blatant in our sallying hearts?
 What's that urge, that lifted up our longing eyes?
 What's that ring, echoing from the leaden skies?
 What's that augur, resounding from the lyre's strings?

 cry rang on in the sibilant winds
 behest, the outcry of the cranes