In those ominous years,
when all our lives changed forever
there was a man, arisen from the tigurines.
He lived longer then most.
He was old, but he was a bear,
he was an oak.
And he stood up for our freedom.
He was our brother,
he was our chieftain, our ruler.
Divico was his name...
A clan of Lords of noble birth
So the it is told
The tigurine tribe
Into this 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 of my very soul
Your plains 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
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