Whoa, Waller?   Allemol!  thus sounds the call,
which I once quietly created for my homeland,
And if you ever ask about its origin,
So let me tell you in the shortest words:
The storm has taught me the "Hui" so often,
When he drives wildly over our heathen.

When it roars and roars over the mountains,
I often listened to the "Hui" as a child.
We children of the forest, as everyone knows,
We were and are always called "Wäller".
And if you now wander through the fields and the forest,
The question  "Hui Wäller"? echoes against you,
Gives answer the question my "Allemol"! - Call,
Which I created together with "Hui Wäller".

So go out now through forest and through fields,
The bosom joyfully swelled with wanderlust;
Let it sound: "Hui Wäller"? that it sounds booming
And "Allemol" roars across then penetrates.

And when friend Hein approaches us one day,
Will take us to the last hike,
And asks: "Hui Wäller?" in the last hour
Once more "Allemol!" cries the bleaching mouth.