Hail Teutonia

When wind's blowing over willow forests

swaying water's flowing through the land

Hail Teutonia

When forests are green again, willows

flourish and mountains are covered with snow

Hail Teutonia

Teutonia, proud land.

Teutonia your soul is soaked with blood

and your battles were fought with great reverence

when wolfes are howling, owls are calling the Night

wild animals pass your forests

Hail Teutonia

and sail soaked with blood

warriors fight with honour still

Hail Teutonia

Teutonia, my land... majestic are your forests and mountains

your water so pure

Teutonia, I greet thee hail and fall

into your arms