If Iím rich just as the king of seas, Shout for me to catch a fishing lure. Both the water and the terrain spheres I will gladly throw away for sure! House of crystal, just for her, on the hill. I would stay enchained like a guarding dog. Oh, my crystal-clear, silver creeks and springs, Oh, my placers that are full of gold! There is no one to compare you with, You can execute me, you can hang. Look how much I am admiring thee, As a painting by great Raphael! House of crystal, just for her, on the hill. I would stay enchained like a guarding dog. Oh, my crystal-clear, silver creeks and springs, Oh, my placers that are full of gold! If Iím poor and, like a dog, alone, And my houseís a poor thing but my own, Will you help me in my need, O Lord? Please donít let my life be thrown overboard! House of crystal, just for her, on the hill. I would stay enchained like a guarding dog. Oh, my crystal-clear, silver creeks and springs, Oh, my placers that are full of gold!
© Kirill Tolmachev. Translation, 2021