If I were rich as the King of the Sea, Just shout to me: "Come, get caught!" All my world, over and under the sea, I’ll splash out without a thought! The crystal house on the hill is for her; I can live chained like a dog ’til I’m old. My springs of shining silver for her My shoals of glowing gold. If I were alone as a dog, and poor too, And my house was an empty shell I know that God would help me get through: And not let my life crumble to hell. The crystal house on the hill is for her; I can live chained like a dog ’til I’m old. My springs of shining silver for her My shoals of glowing gold. I can’t compare any woman to you - You can kill me, or shoot me to hell. See how with wonder I look upon you Like the Madonna by Raphael! The crystal house on the hill is for her; I can live chained like a dog ’til I’m old. My springs of shining silver for her My shoals of glowing gold.
© John Farndon + Olga Nakston. Translation, 2022