No indigenous people, no native cultures
No no titans from the original world
We are inflamed and inflamed when we think of our homeland
A foreign country will never be like this
Here It's our privileges
The only one who can't tour davent
It's our affection for the valleys
The earth and the grips, the tschêl, sulai and air
The mutton and the nature , the incongualabla atmosphere
Here the piz ourasomma dâüna svizra distant
Glüscha tut da beauty and total perfection