All you German peoples,
Among whom the old faithfulness flames,
Along the Scheldt, the Meuse, along the Rhine,
Along the Neckar, along the Main,
Where the power of the Nibelungen
Still spurts forth today like the juice of the grape,
Strike up the song
Of songs together:
  Germany, Germany above all else,
  To Germany dedicate your hearts and hands!
  Let it sound as loudly as trumpets:
  Hail thee! Hail, my fatherland!

German peoples, brethren clans,
Along the sound and the banks of the Eider,
Along the [Vistula, the Oder, the Spree,]1
Along the Elbe, along the sea,
Where in Prussia's host of soldiers
The eagle boldly soars upward,
Strike up the song
Of songs together:
  Germany, Germany above all else,
  To Germany dedicate your hearts and hands!
  Let it sound as loudly as trumpets:
  Hail thee! Hail, my fatherland!

German peoples without number
Along the right and left bank in the Danube's valley,
Along the Adige and along the Inn,
All the way to the Carpathian Mountains,
Where the sun of Austria shines
And crowns the banner with glory,
Strike up the song
Of songs together:
  Germany, Germany above all else,
  To Germany dedicate your hearts and hands!
  Let it sound as loudly as trumpets:
  Hail thee! Hail, my fatherland!

All you German peoples,
Among whom the old faithfulness flames,
Upon the high and august Alps,
Upon the land, upon the sea,
To the farthest ends of the earth
Where the German tongue is spoken,
Strike up the jubilant
Hymn together:
  Germany, Germany above all else,
  To Germany dedicate your hearts and hands!
  Let it sound as loudly as trumpets:
  Hail thee! Hail, my fatherland!