It seems you got shot by an arrow
A golden dart straight into your heart
With an infatuated limerence
Under a lover's spell, you got caught
A golden dart straight into your heart

And under the guise of passion and fervor
You're taking it further and further
Are you not listening to me?
Is my voice but a distant murmur?

But Apollo never stopped chasing Daphne
Will I too need to become a laurel tree
For you to leave me be?

If you got shot by a golden dart
Then mine was made of lead
So I fled, I fled, and I fled

Running away from my favorite place
Caught in an endless chase
Are you not listening to me?
I don't want to participate in this race

Apollo never stopped chasing Daphne
Will I too need to become a laurel tree
For you to leave me be?

Or will you then proceed
By making a garland out of my body?
Will my distant murmur
Come through when I scream?
Please, turn me into a laurel tree
And leave me be

Apollo never stopped chasing Daphne
Will I too need to become a laurel tree
For you to leave me be?