Citizens of Merano:   Oh, light the heart   That lingers in Merano.   Merano! The spa no   Connoisseur of spas   Would miss. So healthy,   Highly recommended,   Is this sweet metropolis. Mental and physical bliss.      The gods have smiled,   And blessed is Merano.   Merano! There are no   Fitter burghers to be found. Such vigor!   Take the time to taste us--   We'll give you a welcome   That's typically Tyrol   For then we are sure   Of our ground.   Right now we're Italian--   We used to be German,   The border keeps Mayor of Merano:   Shifting around. Speaking as one of the patriarchs,   I don't mind taking your lira or marks.   Oh, I get high when   I saunter by   The mountains of Merano.   Rosy-cheeked Merano   Flourishing to a fault.   The sparkling streams,   The bracing air,   The therapeutic salt.   I'd have to be carried away   To call a halt!      Oh, I feel great    In this bouncing state.   All hail to thee, Merano   Hearty hale Merano--      Girls:   [Spoken]   Any objections?       Guys:   [Spoken]   Nein!      Where breathing in   Will turn you on.   Where water tastes like wine.   Get up your get up and go   And get in line!   It's living your life in a show   By Roger and Hammerstein.      Oh, sad the soul   Who passes by Merano.   Merano! So far no   Soul has ever passed us by. They love us.   Why not stay forever?   Oh, so many reason why. All those in favor say "Aye"   Aye!      So sing a song.   Let's hear it for Merano.   Merano! Soprano,   Alto, tenor, bass    Agree! We're wholesome.   What a happy haven!   This is a place   Where your arteries soften--   Cholesterol hasn't a chance.   From mountain to valley   The natural goodness Mayor of Merano:   Is fighting pollution's advance. So come to us and feel the force,   All major credit cards taken of course.   Oh, I get high when    I saunter by    The mountains of Merano.   Rosy-cheeked Merano   Flourishing to a fault.   The sparkling streams,   The bracing air,   The therapeutic salt.   I'd have to be carried away   To call a halt!      Once in a while   All the gods will smile   On little old Merano.   Humble, shy Merano   Suddenly hits the press.   And I report with all the pride   And joy that I possess:   Half of the world and his wife   Has our address!   Our little town will be rife   With games of chess!      [Whistling]      Get up your get up and go   And get in line!   It's living your life in a show   By Rogers and Hammerstein!