Away in the Ostmark, on Deutschland's doorstep,
The little Adolf Hitler lay down his sweet head.
With Germany's troubles a-coming real soon,
The little Adopf Hitler, asleep in his room.

The sun is now rising, the baby awakes,
But little Adolf Hitler no crying he makes.
All the evils of this world he will one day see,
The little Adolf Hitler, our Fuehrer-to-be.

Be near us, our Fuehrer, we ask you to stay
Close by us forever, and lead us the way.
I love you, my Fuehrer; look down from Valhalla
And lead us to victory against the Pantalla.