| Against the waves, with our swords in our hands
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| Against the sea, with our backs to the walls
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| Against distress, in the presence of our enemies
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| Against the storms, roaring at our faces
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| A cry rang out throughout the skies
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| A beckon, the flight of the cranes
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| The call of the mountains
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| The call of the Alps
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| The call home
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| The tune in our hearts
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| The song of the mountains
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| What's that stir, so blatant in our sallying hearts?
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| What's that urge, that lifted up our longing eyes?
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| What's that ring, echoing from the leaden skies?
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| What's that augur, resounding from the lyre's strings?
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| A cry rang on in the sibilant winds
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| A behest, the outcry of the cranes
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| The call of the mountains
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| The call of the Alps
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| The call home
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| The tune in our hearts
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| The song of the mountains
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| The voice in the wind, the saint in the sky
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| The call of the mountains
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| The call of the Alps
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| The call home
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| The tune in our hearts, the call of the mountains
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| The call of the Alps
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| The call home
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| The tune in our hearts, the song of the mountains |