In the shadow of the ancient church,
locked up by the cruel silence,
I gather solemnly face to face
with my Guardian Angel.

I am who I am:
The defiled prisoner, the desperate beggar,
my lips are sealed and my heart is heavy.

This land is the only land I know,
it gave me birth like a dearest mother,
but tomorrow I shall present myself,
I'll step out from this rotten prison,
I will let the crowd...spit on my face,
shout ugly words and curses,
I will let them feel my guilt and shame, -
all of us here are just anguished harlots.

This land is the only land I knew,
it gave me birth...to be as a stranger,
don't ask me the pardon for my sin,
I turned my heart to ice and fire.

In the shadow of the ancient church,
locked up by the cruel silence,
I gather solemnly face to face
with my Guardian Angel,
and today I am a wondering bard,
I am a grieving poet,
who failed to sing his own flattered songs,
who failed to write his own immortal poems,
but tomorrow I shall pronounce my fate
with a simple phrase on the cardboard:
GIVE ME LIBERTY or DEATH,
let me out from this rotten prison!