Author: heinrich heine

I don't know where this sad idea comes from; -But it bothers me that the story of the times is gone.-I won't go.

The air is cool, the sky is getting dark, and it flows peacefully through the Rhine; The mountain peaks sparkled in the sunlight.

There sits a young girl, the most beautiful woman; Her clothes are shining with golden light, and she wears golden hair.

She combed her hair with a golden comb. She sang a wild song, and the beautiful and powerful melody melted my heart.

The boatman touched his chest with a nameless desire; He couldn't see the canyon in front of him, but his eyes stayed on it.

Until the deep water of the Rhine flows through boats and boatmen; This is what Ray sang with her magic!

Lorelei

Henrik? Heine

I don't know why, I'm so sad, an old fairy tale, I'll never forget it.

It's getting late, the air is cool, the Rhine River flows quietly, and the sunset shines on the hills.

The most beautiful girl sat on it, shining with golden jewels, and she combed her golden hair.

She combed her hair with a gold comb and sang a song. The tone of this song is charming.

The boatman on board felt the pain of fantasy; He didn't look at the rocks in the water, but looked up at the heights.

I know, in the end, the waves swallowed the boatman and the boat; Lorelei created this disaster with her singing.