Mermaid

Lorelei

I don't know what happened to me
The soul is confused by sorrow,
Everything haunts me
The old tale is one.
The air is cool. It's getting dark
And Raine fell asleep in the darkness.
Burns with the last ray
Sunset on the coastal cliff.
There is a girl singing a song,
Sits on the steep top.
Her clothes are golden
And the comb in the hands of gold.
And her braid curls gold,
And she scratches them with a comb,
And a magic song flows
Full of unknown strength.
Overwhelmed with mad longing
The rower doesn't look at the wave
Does not see the rock in front of him -
He looks up there.
I know the river is ferocious
Will close over him forever.
And that's all Lorelei
Made me sing.

Heinrich Heine