Petit à petit, Yuan fait son nid.

Bressanon 布列瑟农

Here I stand in Bressanone

With the stars up in the sky

Are they shining over Brenner

And upon the other side

You would be a sweet surrender

I must go the other way

And my train will carry me onward

Though my heart would surely stay

Wow my heart would surely saty

Now the clouds are flying by me

And the moon is on the rise

I heve left stars behind me

They were diamonds in your sky

You would be a sweet surrender

I must go the other way

And my train will carry me onward

Though my heart would surely stay