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.
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!