When the night falls she enter the room Takes a sit on a chair Stares at the pic with a tender reproach Being mistreats unfair Virgin Diana, child of the dove Tears are change by her laugh She touches rough strings, she whispers The melody sung by her love
Virgin Diana Playing the piano Painter will color Virgin Diana
Your line has always been busy When I was trying to call Why did you hurt me and freeze me, Beautiful silly doll? Blood on the walls, mud on the floor Perhaps you wanna some more You never had sense of measure So give me a pleasure
Virgin Diana Playing the piano Painter will murder Virgin Diana
Virgin Diana Playing the piano Blind man will bury Virgin Diana