I often hear passers-by whisper the legend:
Centuries ago, hundreds of years ago,
Living in the lagoon, a virgin is mysterious,
Scaly tail decorated with a lily wreath.

I know what you’re thinking dear –
He dreams of his throne for a solemn
And it only attracts passers-by
This little girl is voluptuous.

Look behind you – there’s the Biržos Bridge,
Having helped Klaipėda prosper for so long,
For whoever did not want to swim around,
You should have had a handful of gold with you.

The magnificent sight was a sight to behold –
After opening a crack in the middle of the Biržos Bridge
Accompanying the sea gulls with dreamy waves,
Ship masts, lost in a bunch of barquets.

However.
Darkness has taken us by surprise.
A grey shroud covers the sky,
This bridge was crumbling down like a palace – the Second War was destroying cities for kings.

I often hear passers-by whisper the legend:
Centuries ago, hundreds of years ago;
Living in the lagoon, a virgin is mysterious
Scaly tail decorated with a lily wreath.

But the mermaid of the Dane, the graceful maiden,
Singing so loudly and charmingly at night,
He used to lure the most naive little boys in the port town
And in the darkness, she sticks to the trim.

You see, according to legend,
Whoever wanted to listen to heavenly songs,
Young people were carried away by dark waves;
Preventing them from reaching their islands.

Dane killed many young men,
Like Aphrodite’s desire
Perhaps this is why, according to legend, the ”
She was never loved.

But one night, when there wasn’t a cloud in the sky,
And the stars settled like golden dust in the water,
When the young Curonians were returning from their long journey,
In the darkness, singing there, I saw Him.

He looked like a god of the sea,
Looking enigmatically away,
He heard my songs flying,
And jumped bravely into the water.

I can promise you – I didn’t mean to.
And I didn’t know where it would lead.
But I fell in love with him so fiercely,
And I didn’t think the abyss would push him over.

And I rushed to his rescue – I had no strength,
I thought, let the current carry me along,
Drowned young in a stormy lagoon in the Curonian Lagoon,
But in the sea of my love – not drowned.

And now I mourn for His soul,
I look down to see His sparkling eyes,
Come here at midnight on the moonlight path
Maybe you will be able to hear my lamentations too.