Loreley [English translation]

Hannelore calls herself Loreley

Her dress is pretty, but not the latest trend

With hair to her hip

she stands there, exudes scents,

not too noble, not too cheap, never too willing

The hotel bar is like home to her

and she usually looks nice and friendly

The delicate fine features

belie all her hardships

She always keeps all her worries well hidden

Hannelore calls herself Loreley

She deliberately stops by me

With this theme, I never fall

into the dating rules

Should a smile glow for you, you must pay

A contender for her sets foot in the room

The hem shifts only lightly

For so the charming

and so beautiful unknown one waits

Perhaps a customer will come at a later hour

Softly, softly, Loreley!

Rejoice, you have been chosen!

Softly, softly, Loreley!

You have such wonderful hair!

Let go, let go, oh, Loreley

For no one remains unscathed here

Even your pain is almost over, Loreley!

It is true

Hannelore calls herself Loreley

In the morning her legs are as heavy as lead

She always follows the principle:

"Don't go with anyone to their room!"

She always keeps her limits when dancing

Hannelore is really nice for money

A blonde angel hovers over the dance floor

You see men whip out banknotes

only to adorn themselves with them

Her beauty lets her survive

Softly, softly, Loreley!

Rejoice, you have been chosen!

Softly, softly, Loreley!

You have such wonderful hair!

Let go, let go, oh, Loreley

For no one remains unscathed here

Even your pain is almost over, Loreley!

It is true

On this night, no one else is coming

The pockets remain empty today

and you bring nothing home

In the darkness, I follow

the far too sheer evening dress

You look vulnerable

I should best turn around,

but "her" voice is never silent ("Just do it!")

It should and will happen

You hear the steps behind you,

You run faster, you almost escape me

You can't get away from me

You turn around, you recognize me now

Your eyes become wide in horror

You ask me what I want

I pull up my fist

Down comes the iron pipe

and soon you lie completely still

I drag you back to the hotel ("Bring her to me!")

No one noticed, thankfully

You are so terribly light

My guilt weighs much heavier

but "she" is waiting impatiently

We reach the cellar

I put down the limp body

Astoria will give it to the grave

The shadows already surround it ("Finally!")

In my head, howls of triumph

ring screechingly loud, now it's digested

Now it's my turn to scream

Softly, softly, Loreley!

Rejoice, you have been chosen!

Softly, softly, Loreley!

You have such wonderful hair!

Let go, let go, oh, Loreley

For no one remains unscathed here

Your pain too is almost over, Loreley!

It is true

Hannelore without Loreley

Karin will be in school soon, Klaus turns three

Who could bring themselves

to tell her children

that she's never coming home, never coming home?

Hannelore without Loreley

It's over with both of them now unfortunately

She won't be discovered

For I had to hide her

In the Parthe1 they found clothes, nothing else, unfortunately

The hotel let her disappear

Not even I can find her now

Everyone must make sacrifices above all

No one will search for her anymore

No one will ever avenge the deed

In the bar, now "Marie" dances and no longer her

1. A river in Saxony

• Artist:ASP
• Album:Verfallen - Folge 1: Astoria