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Where...
...does the sun set on pure mountainlands?
Where...
...don’t you get a refund for you cans?
Where...
...does the churchtower still ring its bell?
Where...
...are the basements still expandable?
Oh Austria!
Forever 'till the end of time,
where snow falls upon mountains high,
we’re singing Holla-Hollaladijo!
Oh Austria,
where Sissi used to reign her world,
where talk showhosts are missing girls,
we’re singing Holla-Hollaladijo!
Stunning views, and this delight exists just for our own,
And some politicians...
...keep you out no matter where you’re from
Like Falco, like Udo, like Arnie...
...we’re a bunch of superstars
And Lugner and Naddel and Strache...
...who’s perfect? Well, not even us...
Oh Austria,
...forever 'till the end of time,
where snow falls upon mountains high,
we’re singing Holla-Hollaladijo!
Oh Austria,
where homebrewn Schnaps is self-evident,
drink it and you’ll feel confident,
and you’ll be singing H0lla#d1j0oo0o...
Franz Josef...
...who made the people squeal with glee
way back...
when we were part of Hungary!
Oh Austria...
Oh Austria!
We’re singing Holla-Hollaladijo!
Oh Austria,
forever 'till the end of time,
where snow falls upon mountains high,
we’re singing Holla-HollalADIjo.
Oh Austria,
we made the Euro Songcontest,
Rock bottom hit with bumhole-fest,
When we sang Po-Po-Po-Po-Po-Po...