"In the dark night, the bells and drums are ringing.
They brought the bride.
She wears a veil made of waves,
Her groom is the king.
The king was triumphant and the bride sighed secretly;
What a tragic love.
There is joy up and down, the lights are bright,
Everyone drank the fine wine sent from abroad.
The bride finally heard it,
All on deck,
Cries of 'Goodbye, Princess'.
What a tragic love.
The sea wall bursts, the waves hit the ship and sank it,
'Let the lifeboat go! '
'It's too late, my lord. '
Looking through the autumn water with tears in my eyes,
The princess is all alone,
His face slowly faded and aged.
What a tragic love this is! "