to Bacharach on the Rhine
Lives' is a sorceress,
She was so beautiful and fine
And tore down much heart.
And much brought around to shame
The men
Their love bands
no rescue was more.
The bishop had
load before spiritual power -
And bless them, had to
beautiful How was their 'shape.
gerühret He said to her:
"You poor Lore Lay!
Who up for
seduced to evil magic "
" Mr. Bishop, let me die!
I'm tired of life,
Because everyone has to spoil the looks
my eyes.
The eyes are two flames,
My arm is a magic wand -
O sends me into the flames!
O me, break the rod! "
" I can not condemn you,
Until you confess me before,
Why burn in your flame
My own heart already.
the staff I can not break
You are beautiful Lore Lay!
I would have to break my own heart
two. "
" Mr. Bishop, with my arms
not take in so evil mockery
And begs for mercy,
For me, the Good Lord!
I may not live longer,
I love no life -
the death you shall give me,
why I came here to you! -
My love has betrayed me,
has turned from me,
is gone taken from here,
Fort to a foreign country.
The eyes gentle and wild,
The white cheeks and red,
The words still and mild,
are mine magic circle.
I myself should perish in it,
My heart hurts so much -
Wait, wailing 'I die,
When I see the mirror'.
So let me see my right,
me die like a Christian,
because everything has to disappear,
. can get
three knights he:
"Because he is unfaithful to me Bring them back to the monastery
Go, Lore - Let God be your
enchanted sense
You! shall become a nun, a nun
white and black,
Prepare for earth
to death with God price '"
The monastery now they rode
The knights all three,
And sadly in the middle
The beautiful Lore Lay.
"O knight, let me go
On this rock big
I would once more look
To my beloved castle.
I would once more look
well deep into the Rhine,
And then go to the monastery
And God be a virgin. "
The cliff is so steep, so steep
is its wall,
you climb up,
Then she goes to the edge.
The Virgin said, "There goeth
A skiff on the Rhine -
The stands in the little boat,
He should be my love!
My heart is so cheerful,
It must be my love "-
As she leans down
And overturns the Rhine.
It started with a cross and flag
The little boat to the land,
The bishop sat in the boat,
it has well-recognized.
That he left the sword, to escape
the magic, the fact that he
Cross ity sum up
could not understand.
Who sang this song?
A priest on the Rhine,
And always sounded's
From high Felsenstein
Lore Lay!
Lore Lay!
Lore Lay!
As it would be my three!
Clemens Brentano
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