If I seem to be rich as the sea tzar, You should cry then: "Catch the bait!" And the whole world, under-water or above, I, without any thought, to you shall splash! And the crystal house on the hill - to her, I shall humbly live as dog - in chains, O, my silver spings, spring waters! O, my golden fields, gold placers! If I seem to be poor, as a dog, And alone in house live, quiet empty, Will you help to me, o my God?! And my life youíll save, ainít Thee? And the crystal house on the hill - to her, I shall humbly live as dog - in chains, O, my silver spings, spring waters! O, my golden fields, gold placers! I could never once to compare you With the other girls - you may shoot me now. How I feast my eyes upon you, please look, As on the Rafaelís saint madonna! And the crystal house on the hill - to her, I shall humbly live as dog - in chains, O, my silver spings, spring waters! O, my golden fields, gold placers!
© Lyudmila Purgina. Translation, 2011