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?