Makes my heart so sad,
That all the ancient legends
Came to my mind,
Near dusk on a very cool evening breeze,
Calm the Rhine,
Peaks reflected in the setting sun,
Brilliant flashes really very beautiful.
Is true there is suddenly a strange beauty,
Sitting alone on that hill, on
She was giving her soft blond hair,
That brilliant light gold,
She was giving her a soft blond hair,
At the same time and singing sweetly,
Song tune is so wonderful,
Seductive musical,
Jiao Ren can not forget.
The boatman was driving a boat,
As one heard her singing,
No matter that the mid-stream rocks
Only rise up and look up
That boat and that the poor boatmen,
Finally have died in waves,
I do not know how so
Mourning may be injured,
Also called the people lost.
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