Diana

Old friend
I return to our house
I no longer find you happy
Almost human

Body painted
In white and brown
And a sadness in your eyes
As if you knew
Ancient pain

I no longer find you
Waiting by the door
Running lively and beautiful
Or resting

So much emptiness everywhere
So much silence
I feel upon arriving
At our play territory

Sunday lunch
The old revelry
Everyone inventing
New secrets

The absence remains
White and brown
And the ancient sadness
But the children returned to play
As if they still felt your gaze

Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana

Old friend
I return to our house
I no longer find you happy
Almost human

Body painted
In white and brown
And a sadness in your eyes
As if you knew
Ancient pain

I no longer find you
Waiting by the door
Running lively and beautiful
Or resting

So much emptiness everywhere
So much silence
I feel upon arriving
At our play territory

Sunday lunch
The old revelry
Everyone inventing
New secrets

The absence remains
White and brown
And the ancient sadness
But the children returned to play
As if they still felt your gaze

Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana, Diá,
Diana, Diana

Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana, Diá,
Diana, Diana

Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana, Diá,
Diana, Diana

Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana