Yes, I am a sinner.
Let the court punish me accordingly.
I stand before you.

I confess
That one day
I put myself for auction,
And of my own free will
In the marketplace I made it public.
I even obtained a good price
But I was dishonest in my trading.
I mean
I kept a few dreams back.
I thought
Who has the time
To search my soul and my heart
I thought
Who will know?
How naive I was!
Can dreams be hidden?
Can light
Be concealed in a clenched fist.
The inevitable came about.
I stand before you.
Let the court punish me accordingly.
I am prepared for your decision.
Yes, I have sinned.

The court reached its decision:
'All your dreams
Are no longer your property, Criminal!
All the journeys of your fancy
The flight of your heart,
The songs of the blood flowing through your body,
The instruments of your soul,
The power of hearing, your voice
Are no longer your property, Criminal!
The tales of lovers' meeting,
The book of separation's sorrow,
The flowers of your memories,
Your feelings,
All that you can think and see,
All your moments,
Night and day, evening and morning
Are no longer your property, Criminal!
Those who bought from you now have their justice.
And now the punishment:
You are not allow to die.
You are condemned to live!'