In the heart of Uzwil, where the iron giants rise
Stands a monument of might, beneath the open skies
A sentinel of steel, where the factory lines entwine
Guarding roads of destiny, where our fates align
In the roundabout of legends, where the stories spin
We carve our paths with iron will, and strength from deep within
Hail the Fabrikenkreisel, the circle forged in flame
A beacon of our legacy, forever stands its name
From the depths of industry, to the highways of the brave
We sing to you, our mighty wheel, the road that you have paved
Rise up, oh brothers and sisters of the wheel
In this metal labyrinth, our fates are sealed
From the foundries of our fathers, to the circuits of our sons
The Kreisel stands eternal, where the rivers of life run