Tu Retrato
Aqui a mi lado esta posando tan feliz en esta foto que guarde
Junto a tu recuerdo.
Aqui a tu lado estoy mirandote reir ya la fecha se
Ah borrado con el tiempo.
Tanto te di y tu que tal mira que paso en un triste malco gris
La foto sin color .
Tengo aqui tu retrato pero no me habla lo toco
Y lo miro pero no me habla para que quiero para que quiero
Un cuadro pintado si no dice nada.
Tengo aqui tu retrato pero no me habla de amor
Le cuento pero no me habla dime que gano guardo una foto que nunca
Me habla.
De que te siente bajo el frio donde estas tenerte aqui atrapada
Aqui sentado estas te cubre el sol de abril buscando por ti llegan
Al cielo.
Aqui sentado estoy queriendo revivir lo que con el olvido
Con su belo.
Tanto que te di y tu poco me das y en un triste marco
Gris tu foto sin color .
Tengo aqui tu retrato pero no me habla lo toco
Y lo miro pero no me habla para que quiero un cuadro
Con cara si no dice nada.
Tengo aqui tu retrato pero no me habla
De amor le cuento pero no me habla dime que gano guardando
Una foto que nunca me habla.
De que te siente bajo el frio donde estas tenerte aqui atrapada
Si tu no me amas.
Tengo aqui tu retrato pero no me habla lo toco
Y lo miro pero no me habla.
Lo miro y lo miro de noche a mañana pero no me habla
No me dice nada
Your Portrait
Here by my side posing so happily in this picture I kept
Next to your memory.
Here by your side I am watching you laugh as the date
Has been erased with time.
I gave you so much and you, look what happened, in a sad gray frame
The colorless photo.
I have your portrait here but it doesn't speak to me, I touch it
And I look at it but it doesn't speak to me, why would I want, why would I want
A painted picture if it says nothing.
I have your portrait here but it doesn't speak to me of love
I talk to it but it doesn't speak to me, tell me what I gain by keeping
A photo that never speaks to me.
Where do you feel under the cold, where are you, having you trapped here
Sitting here you are, covered by the April sun, looking for you they come
To heaven.
Sitting here I am wanting to relive what with forgetfulness
With its beauty.
I gave you so much and you give me little, and in a sad frame
Gray, your colorless photo.
I have your portrait here but it doesn't speak to me, I touch it
And I look at it but it doesn't speak to me, why would I want a picture
With a face if it says nothing.
I have your portrait here but it doesn't speak to me
Of love, I talk to it but it doesn't speak to me, tell me what I gain by keeping
A photo that never speaks to me.
Where do you feel under the cold, where are you, having you trapped here
If you don't love me.
I have your portrait here but it doesn't speak to me, I touch it
And I look at it but it doesn't speak to me.
I look at it and I look at it from night to morning but it doesn't speak to me
It doesn't say anything