Freude, schöner Götterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium. Wir betreten, feuertrunken, Himmlische, dein Heiligthum. Deine Zauber binden wieder was der Mode Schwerd getheilt. Bettler werden Fürstenbrüder, wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt. Seid umschlungen, Millionen! Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt! Brüder—überm Sternenzelt muss ein lieber Vater wohnen.

Joy, beautiful godly sparks, daughter of Elysium. Drunken with fire, we enter o heavenly one your holy space. Your magics reconnect what the sword of fashion separated. Beggars become the brothers of princes where your gentle wing whiles. Be hugged, millions of people! I give this kiss to the whole world! My brothers—above the tent of stars a dear father must live.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBlQZyTF_LY&t=1m1s)

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