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