If Iím rich, like the King of the sea Only shout: The lure! Grab it now! All my world down under, all you see In a moment will be splashing out! A house of crystal on the hill is for her, Like a dog, Iíd rather grow in chains All my silver springs, and even more, All the riches of my golden range! If Iím broke, and like a dog alone, Got no place to stay, no place to go... Oh, my God, please do not leave me now Oh, my Lord, you wonít let me down! A house of crystal on the hill is for her, Like a dog, I only growl in chains All my silver springs, and even more, All the riches of my golden range! There is no one to compare you to, Kill me, shoot me, that is where I stand! Canít you see, the way Iím watching you Like Madonna, hand of Rafael! House of crystal on the hill is for her, Like a dog, Iím living all in chains. All my silver springs, and even more, All the riches of my golden range!
© Alexei Tikhomirov. Translation, 2012
© Alexei Tikhomirov. Performance, 2012