For something like justice And something rather like faith For something like love We battle on earnestly
("Hey, Italy, what do you think you're doing?! Listen!")
Polish up the room Without uttering a single complaint Follow orders I'm made in Germany
The prideful black, red and gold Is the symbol of our passion Read the manual all the way through No exceptions
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit[1] I want to eat Wurst (oh, beer too!) Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit I want to eat it with some mustard
Stretch the muscles of your back Cut your right hand to the sky And move it to your forehead I'm made in Germany
I'm prideful of my hardships, effort and loyalty With the beauty of our mothers No point in taking a vacation I won't allow for shortcuts
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit I want to eat potatoes Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit I want to eat them mashed to a pulp
Cry out in joy Surpass hardships Praise to German blood
The prideful, deep blue Rhine Water of our fathers Our strict teachings are absolute No compromises
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit I want to eat Wurst (oh, beer too!) Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit I want to eat it with some mustard
("Listen! No matter what happens on the battlefield, don't let your guard down! No boiling pasta! No baking pizza! Hold onto your pride and make it through! That is all!")