“The river Rur at Aachen”. Picture by starlight56, Mönchengladbach, Germany. Source: http://www.fotocommunity.de/pc/pc/display/19771137 – Non-commercial use allowed.

Bridge of Rura

Rura, Rura, Rura,
over the bridge of Rura
we’re marching to our fate
defending our freedom
in anger but not in hate.

Hostile Roman legions
approaching our land.
Yet we will not surrender,
for our kin we’ll stand.

And so, and so, and thus…

Rura, Rura, Rura,
over the bridge of Rura
we’re marching to our fate
defending our freedom
in anger but not in hate.

Ennemy is too powerful,
our slandering seems near,
still fighting we’ll retreating
then Rura interferes.

And so, and so, and thus…

Rura, Rura, Rura,
over the bridge of Rura
we’re marching to our fate
defending our freedom
in anger but not in hate.

The Romans were at Rura’s bridge
we already had crossed,
a mighty wave there caught them,
forever they were lost.

And so, and so, and thus…

Rura, Rura, Rura,
over the bridge of Rura
we’re marching to our fate
defending our freedom…

Rura, Rura, Rura,
over the bridge of Rura
we’re marching to our fate
defending our freedom
in anger but not in hate.