Wo d'Uelzecht duerch d'Wisen ze't,
Drch d'Fielzen d'Sauer brcht,
Wo' d'Ref lnscht d'Musel dofteg ble't,
Den Himmel Wein ons mcht:
Dat ass onst Land, fir dat mer ge'f
Heinidden alles won,
Ons Hemeschtsland dat mir so' de'f
An onsen Hierzer dron.
Ons Hemeschtsland dat mir so' de'f
An onsen Hierzer dron.
O Du do uewen, dem seng Hand
Durch d'Welt Natio'ne let,
Behitt du d'Ltzeburger Land
Vum frieme Joch a Led;
Du hues ons all als Kanner schon
De freie Gscht jo ginn,
Loss viru blnken d'Freihetsonn,
De' mir so' lng gesinn.
Loss viru blnken d'Freihetsonn,
De' mir so' lng gesinn.
Where slow you see the Alzette flow,
The Sura play wild pranks,
Where lovely vineyards amply grow,
Upon the Moselle's banks,
There lies the land for which our thanks
Are owed to God above,
Our own, our native land which ranks
Well foremost in our love.
Our own, our native land which ranks
Well foremost in our love.
Oh Father in Heaven whose powerful hand
Makes states or lays them low,
Protect the Luxembourger land
From foreign yoke and woe.
God's golden liberty bestow
On us now as of yore.
Let Freedom's sun in glory glow
For now and evermore.
Let Freedom's sun in glory glow
For now and evermore.