A whirlwind shook my soul
Why did I let it go naked and on foot
Among your flattery and blasphemy
Why did I give my soul to you?
Why did I open it like a chapel
Without thinking that one day
An unknown one of you, cruel people,
Unashamed will steal the icons away
(x2)
I don't regret that the shrine is empty
And that the doors have been vigorously broken
But I regret that my faith and I
Have nowhere to pray today
My soul, shaken and dead,
Remains deserted without icons and a shrine
I let you inside of it as if in a church
Yet I should have put a padlock
I don't regret that the shrine is empty
And that the doors have been vigorously broken
But I regret that my faith and I
Have nowhere to pray today
But I regret that my faith and I
Have nowhere to pray today (x2)