Playing with your fingertips On the strings of my weaknesses, I don't want to be your muse. I pray that you will free me From the weight of your dire chords. Thus putting down the bow of your Desires, kind of echoes inside of me, I pray for my soul's ears To get deaf to your harmonies!
Your hope is my despair, A lullaby for my sorrows, I am only the si minor. From your score where you carelessly Drop the eighth of your inspiration. How I wish I was nothing but a sigh And not the reflection of your ego Anymore.
While the melodious flow of my tears Composes the sound of your harmonies, I pray so that this prelude Marks the end of this sonata! While my heartbeats give its rhythm To the tones of your tempo, I pray so that your music Finally falls in eternal silence.
While I keep chanting your lyrical works, I implore your uttermost feeling May you stop directing my life!