El Dios En La Pared

Once again, a cold look,
An aged face,
Because of the dampness, the darkness.
Between four walls,
What does it matter? What does it matter?
The jail is deep and made of stone,
There are no good mornings for me.

Nobody knows me well,
Nobody knows what my dreams are.
Every night,
I remember your body lying under the sun.
I swear, I never wanted to do it,
I'm desperate, I'm sorry,
I would give anything,
To be able to see you again.

There is only light when there is no darkness,
I don't know how much time will pass,
I can only wait,
For a little light to come in,
To see the divine image,
The one left by my god on the wall.

The one left by my god on the wall...