Walls are my silent, dirty accomplice

And the ceiling is my holy and deep sky

On my knees in this solitude

I'm crying to be quickly purified



Within the walls of this secret

Gloomy temple

I'm dreaming, counting rosary beads

My sinful recollections are

Wine and bread on wchich I feed



I'm waiting for the one

Who shall come to save me

Now here I'm nothing

But I will rise high



I'm weak but power will be mine

Now a sinner I'll be a holy one

When the world

Shall change on his command



Within the walls of this secret

Gloomy temple

I'm dreaming, counting rosary beads

My sinful recollections are

Wine and bread on wchich I feed