Against the waves, with our swords in our handsAgainst the sea, with our backs to the wallsAgainst distress, in the presence of our enemiesAgainst the storms, roaring at our faces
A cry rang out throughout the skiesA beckon, the flight of the cranes
The call of the mountainsThe call of the alpsThe call of homeThe tune in our heartsThe 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?
A cry rang on in the sibilant windsA behest, the outcry of the cranes