Sorrowful Pia, sorrowful Pia.
Sorrowful Pia, innocent and imprisoned.
With bent head, the brow at the breast.
She recalls the past,
blooming memories.
Come back, I still feel your light in my soul.
You're here with me, I'm holding your arms.
For how many months and days and nights,
I can't say that, I don't know, but one thing is certain:
Winter came, and then the spring.
Life is back into the castle but not for me.
Look, this dream of you is going away.
There beats the wave and a horse gallops.
But love, our love
rots behind that door.
It's always cold between these four walls,
The sky is clear but the ground is always dark.
Then the first green, the long light.
Recall the days of old,
blooming memories.
Sorrowful Pia, sorrowful Pia.
Sorrowful Pia, innocent and imprisoned.
With bent head, the brow at the breast.
She recalls the days of old,
blooming memories.