Anthem of Europe

Joy, beautiful sparkle of the gods, Daughter of Elysium! We enter, fire-drunk, Heavenly one, your shrine. Your magic again binds What custom has firmly parted. All men become brothers Where your tender wing lingers. Whoever has had the great fortune To be a friend’s friend, Whoever has won a devoted wife, Join in our jubilation! Indeed, whoever can call even one soul, His own on this earth! And whoever was never able to, must creep Tearfully away from this band! Indeed, whoever can call even one soul, His own on this earth! And whoever was never able to, must creep Tearfully away from this band! Joy, beautiful sparkle of the gods, Daughter of Elysium! We enter, fire-drunk, Heavenly one, your shrine. Your magic again binds What custom has firmly parted. All men become brothers Where your tender wing lingers. Your magic again binds What custom has firmly parted. All men become brothers Where your tender wing lingers.