But before my heart has a chance to stop,
I would like to sell my heart to the greased palms of these shops.

Because the arrow that they have plucked from the bow,
has made my heart only into a circus; a show.

And I would like to take back from them, another heart,
which would, for me, not betray my breathless part.

And I would like it to run away from her vision,
which divides me; which tears me with much precision.

For I know my love for her will keep lasting,
for I know this cursed favor will never stop passing.

And before I succumb into this blissful serenity,
lead me out of this venomous hazard of insanity.