Hi. My name is Lorilei, and I'm a Sagittarius. I enjoy surfing, candlelit dinners, and Tolstoy. Listen: you're a mature person and I'm a mature person, so why don't we just skip all the bullshit, get rid of our inhibitions, and DO what we really wanna DO?
{You get a cookie if you know where I stole that from! haha}
I'm normal again. *^_^*
The Lorelei by Heinrich Heine
Translated by Aaron Kramer
I cannot explain the sadness
That's fallen on my breast.
An old, old fable haunts me,
And will not let me rest.
The air grows cool in the twilight,
And softly the Rhine flows on;
The peak of a mountain sparkles
Beneath the setting sun.
More lovely than a vision,
A girl sits high up there;
Her golden jewelry glistens,
She combs her golden hair.
With a comb of gold she combs it,
And sings an evensong;
The wonderful melody reaches
A boat, as it sails along.
The boatman hears, with an anguish
More wild than was ever known;
He's blind to the rocks around him;
His eyes are for her alone.
--At last the waves devoured
The boat, and the boatman's cry;
And this did with her singing,
The golden Lorelei.
