Ich weiß nicht was soll es bedeuten [Loreley] [English translation]

I know not if there is a reason

Why I am so sad at heart.

A legend of bygone ages

Haunts me and will not depart.

The air is cool under nightfall.

The calm Rhine courses its way.

The peak of the mountain is sparkling

With evening's final ray.

The fairest of maidens is sitting

So marvelous up there,

Her golden jewels are shining,

She's combing her golden hair.

She combs with a comb also golden,

And sings a song as well

Whose melody binds a wondrous

And overpowering spell.

In his little boat, the boatman

Is seized with a savage woe,

He'd rather look up at the mountain

Than down at the rocks below.

I think that the waves will devour

The boatman and boat as one;

And this by her song's sheer power

Fair Lorelei has done.