At sharp and dangerous black rocks

At sharp and dangerous black rocks,
Which always are resisting waves,
Sunk more than one rich ship. And lawks,
No man who'll go down in the caves?

Who is so brave to take the risk
And get the wealth with devil help?
I see you, madcap! You came here
To search the treasures ocean depth.

You're haven't nothing but your soul;
You trade it for the money chase
And saw in dreams you'd reach the goal,
And you repeat a single phrase:

My Lord, I ask you, What will you give me?
My Lord, I ask you, What will you give me?

The moon shines brightly in the sky,
And waves break down against the coast. 
And late to turn back since the die
Is cast and you by now see ghosts.

The aged man, hunchbacked and bald,
Now welcomes you as his old friend.
This is his voice you may have heard
When you forgot the taste of bread.

He spoke with you in troubled dream
While you had come to badly thought
That life has gotten out of trim,
Is not your fault, but only Lord.

My Lord, I ask you, What will you give me?
My Lord, I ask you, What will you give me?

The entrance to a cave is free
While ebb lasts time, and golden bars
Embody fairy golden dreams,
But they are hard to bear for once.

But time of flow has early come
And water quickly fills a cave;
But you're too weak to overcome
Avidity because you rave:

My Lord, I ask you, What will you give me?
My Lord, I ask you, What will you give me?

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