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!