[00:00.000] 作词 : Hein Frode Hansen/Johan Espen/Liv Kritine Espenaes/Raymond Rohony
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Hein Frode Hansen/Johan Espen/Liv Kritine Espenaes/Raymond Rohony
[00:30.250]Frie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fa?ade;
[00:35.060]A serenade siren’d to lure - Zound! Not to court me?
[00:44.080]A m?nad, yet the sweetest colleen -
[00:50.850]Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
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[01:01.210]Lorelei,
[01:03.200]Apoet of tragedies, scribe Ilauds to death,
[01:10.070]Yet who the hell was I to dare?
[01:13.900]Lorelei,
[01:15.290]Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
[01:21.670]Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
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[01:58.460]D?dally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
[02:05.140]For all years a damnndest and driegh ‘d accolade -
[02:12.400]Caus’d for all eyes mazéd to behold a mêlée;
[02:19.580]In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
[02:26.500]The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
[02:33.920]Below’d bidingly by my heart’s quailing quire.
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[02:43.440]Lorelei,
[02:45.930]A poet of tragidies, scribe I lauds to Death,
[02:50.850]Yet who the hell was I to dare?
[02:53.790]Lorelei
[02:56.790]Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
[03:05.340]Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
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[03:26.560]Perchance author I thee this ikon ‘d apologue for aught,
[03:32.880]Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethlink thine afterthought:,
[03:40.400]Tween Aether, Nether art thou the peerless phoenix -
[03:48.590]Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.
[03:57.910]Lorelei,
[04:00.890]A poet of tragidies, scribe I lauds to Death,
[04:07.660]Yet who the hell was I to dare?
[04:11.010]Lorelei
[04:19.920]Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?