In the land where rivers flow with grace,
Where castles stand, a timeless trace,
Love blossoms under the German sky,
With every whisper, every sigh.
Among the whispers of the Rhine,
Hearts beat in a rhythmic line,
Here, in this land so grand,
Love finds a place to firmly stand.
Through the Black Forest deep and wide,
Lovers walk, side by side,
Each step a melody of the heart,
In Germany, love is an art.
From Berlin’s lights to Bavaria’s charm,
Love is sheltered, safe from harm,
With every kiss, every embrace,
German love finds its sacred place.