Only for you I’ll weave a crown,
with linden leaves and sage so fine.
Beautiful homeland of great renown,
in you I trust, in you I shine!
I gaze at valleys without end,
from here and on, forevermore,
where storks with laziness descend,
and winding paths curl on the floor.
The christening marshland blooms anew,
the frogs all wish a peaceful night,
the drops that fall on hills in view,
are leading rain with saving light.
And even when the mist starts fading,
the wings of wind begin to roar,
still peace with scent of myrrh is waiting,
with wizards blessing evermore.
