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