A clan of lords, of noble birth So it is told the tigurine tribe
Into the green and fruitful land We came in times, in times immemorial Into this vale lush and beautiful Jor and lacu eburodunos Became my home, haven for my very soul Your planes i walked, on your ground i am
I was free like the raven soaring Across your meadows like the bear Roaming through your woods I was king like the ancient oak Standing enthroned This old man i have become
I never thought that i'd once not be laid to rest In your dear and precious soil as i look back At the twilight of my days Upright i stand with my head held high, your son i am Chieftain of the tigurine I've lived my life, i've run my race
