Du blifst miem ljoowstet Lound altid,
You'll always remain my dearest land
Bit an mien Liuendseend.
Until the end of my life
Ju Waareld is soo fromd un wid,
The world is so strange and wide
Hier koant sik älk un een.
Here, everybody knows everybody
Neen Lound is mi soo ljoo un goud,
No land is so dear to me
Tou Huus bän ik in´t Seelterlound.
I am home in Saterland
Hier liuje wi soo sljucht un goud;
Here we live so plainly and well
Us Sproake is us Stoat.
Our language is our state
Us Lound häd Plakken, Iske nouch,
Our country has pastures and many fields
Sunt gans fon Foan umroat.
It's completely surrounded by the moor
Neen Lound is mi soo ljoo un goud,
No land is dearer to me
As dät mien litje Seelterlound.
Than my little Saterland