If I was rich as the king of the sea, Id just call out: catch the bait - Without a thought Id splash out for her My underwater and above water world! The crystal house on the hill is for her! Myself, like a dog, I grew up in chains... My silvery springs, My gold in the ground! If Im sick like a dog, alone, And the house is deserted, empty, Then help me, Lord! And dont let me mess up my life... The crystal house on the hill is for her! Myself, like a dog, I grew up in chains... My silvery springs, My gold in the ground! Id never compare you to anyone, Kill me, shoot me, I wont! Look how I gaze on you As if you were a Raphael Madonna! The crystal house on the hill is for her! Myself, - like a dog, I grew up in chains... My silvery springs, My gold in the ground!
H. William Tjalsma. Translation, 1982