I dedicate my
Heart to my lady,
And I promise to
Keep it just for her.

This song is my heart,
Though I could tell that
It won't be ripped out
From my golden chest.

Still, I have only to
Keep it a low-lying
Secret as I visit
The immense Pyramid,
Which people of the past—
The sacred Mohicans—

Must have truly conceived,
Believing in the pure,
Clay-composed idea
That I would be here on
My trip to Mexico.