If I was rich as the king of the sea, I’d just call out: catch the bait - Without a thought I’d 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 I’m sick like a dog, alone, And the house is deserted, empty, Then help me, Lord! And don’t 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! I’d never compare you to anyone, Kill me, shoot me, I won’t! 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