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My jewel in the Alps

I still hear the sound of Isar while I’m walking to the Thames to catch the morning light.
I still feel the smell of Munich’s English Garden under the London sky.

Do you think about us when the night is getting colder, do you read between the lines?
If you look across the mountain you’ll see no matter where I’m landed I’m fighting for us.

I still hear the sound of Danube while I’m walking to the Thames to catch the morning light.
If you look across the mountain you’ll see I’ll give the ocean for that sea in your eyes, you are still my jewel in the Alps.