On the first day - dawn is breaking, the young man is hauling in the nets.
It is bitterly cold, the breeze is stiff, the fog completely covers the boat.
He still dreams of a warm room when the sweet voice overtakes him.
You freezes probably? You know of, nobody freezes, if is in my Reich lingers.
The fisherman is amazed when he sees a girl on the nearby cliffs,
It's beautiful to look at, the flowing hair, the full lips.
But - oh dear - that Fischer shivered when he saw the abdomen.
Not legs, he saw the body of a fish and fled to the harbor of his homeland.
You hear stories, myths, legends,
You golden angels Hair,
If only I knew where, I would dare to
Listen to the singing - indeed!
For a kiss from her lips
I would give everything I have !
My belongings and my soul...
The second day - the same place, thinking about her all night,
The beauty on the cliff yesterday made him care Brought to sleep.
His eyes are still searching as songs soften his heart:
In my Reich am Reason the See, NO pain and Care for you reach!
On the third day - the same place, he kept vigil all night long,
the sweet sounds not out of his ear, deep longing is kindled.
He leans far over the railing, to see this woman.
There she is, very close to him and stretches out her hands towards him.
You hear stories, myths, legends,
She looks like an angel golden hair,
If only I knew where, I would dare to
Listen to the singing - indeed!
For a kiss from her lips
I would give everything I have '!
My belongings and my soul...
You hear stories, myths, legends,
Her golden hair is like an angel,
If only I knew where, I would Dare to
listen to the singing - indeed!
For a kiss from her lips
I would give everything I have!
My belongings and my soul. ..
So come on but! she entices and he stretches, gently grabs her hand.
She pulls gently and he lets himself slide over the edge of the boat.
She hugs him, kisses him deeply - he's happy to let it happen .
She takes him with her, ever deeper and he was never seen again.
You hear stories, myths, legends,
Her golden hair is like an angel,
I only knew wo, I would dare
to listen to the singing - indeed!
For a kiss from her lips
I would give everything I have!
My belongings and my soul...
You hear stories, myths, legends,
Her golden hair is like an angel,
If only I knew where, I would dare to
listen to it Singing - indeed!
For a kiss from her lips
I would give everything I have!
My belongings and my soul - would follow into her sailor's grave...< br/>

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