Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisting river Rhine
Following the song
Legend's faded storyline
Tried to warn us all
Oh, they called her Loreley
Careful or you'll fall...

Oh the stories we were told
Quite a vision to behold
Mysteries of the seas
In her eyes of gold
Laying on the silver stone
Such a lonely sight
Barnacles become a throne
My poor Loreley...

And the winds would cry
and many men would die
and all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
And the winds would cry
and many men would die
and all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...

You will not believe your eyes
How a voice could hypnotize
Promises are only lies
From Loreley
In a shade of mossy green
Seashell in her hand
She was born the river queen
Ne'er to grace the land...

And the winds would cry
and many men would die
and all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
And the winds would cry
and many men would die
and all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...

Oh the song of Loreley
Charms the moon right from the sky
She will get inside your mind
Loveley Loreley
When she cries: Be with me
Until the end of time
You know you will ever be
With your Loreley

And the winds would cry
and many men would die
and all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
And the winds would cry
and many men would die
and all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...

And the winds would cry
and many men would die
and all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...
And the winds would cry
and many men would die
and all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...

Весело плывём вперёд,
Хоть волна о борт и бьёт –
Вьётся вдаль могучий Рейн,
Песня нас ведёт.
Дух легенд и грёз о ней
Нас предупреждал –
Её звали Лорелей,
Леди серых скал.

Все мы слышали не раз
О красавице рассказ –
Чудеса вод морских
В блеске её глаз.
Камни светят серебром,
Одиноко ей;
Из ракушек сложен трон
Бедной Лорелей.

Плач ветров сильней,
Не избежать смертей,
И волны вновь склонятся перед Лорелей.

Песнями приятно ей
Очаровывать людей –
Обещаниям не верь
Нежной Лорелей.
В изумрудной тени мха
Рук лилейный плен...
Королевство ей – река,
Суша – пыль и тлен.

Плач ветров сильней,
Не избежать смертей,
И волны вновь склонятся перед Лорелей.

Песни-чары Лорелей
Спустят месяц с неба к ней,
Все сердца открыты ей –
Милой Лорелей.
Если плачет: "Будь со мной
До скончанья дней!" –
Ты найдёшь на дне покой
Вместе с Лорелей.

Плач ветров сильней,
Не избежать смертей,
И волны вновь склонятся перед Лорелей...