Das Glöcklein vom kalterer See

Joyfully it rings far over the fields,
over vineyards, meadows, and clover.
Bright ringing penetrates through the forests,
the bell from Lake Caldaro!
I listen attentively to the familiar sound,
youth I spy again;
it sounds from afar like angelic singing
The bell from Lake Caldaro.

Din-don, din-don, din-don...

Thoughts escape into the past,
the past moves closer,
forgotten things arise when ringing
the bell from Lake Caldaro.
Many years pass in the mind,
deceased awaken suddenly,
all are united again at the sound
of the bell from Lake Caldaro.