I cannot explain the sadness
That's fallen on my breast.
An old, old fable haunts me,
And will not let me rest.


Die Lorelei, st. 1


I cannot explain the sadness That's fallen on my breast. An old, old fable haunts me, And will not let me rest.

I cannot explain the sadness That's fallen on my breast. An old, old fable haunts me, And will not let me rest.

I cannot explain the sadness That's fallen on my breast. An old, old fable haunts me, And will not let me rest.

I cannot explain the sadness That's fallen on my breast. An old, old fable haunts me, And will not let me rest.