Tu Retrato

When I see, your portrait, the only one I have
Because luck wanted it, to be for me
I take it in my hands, my eyes clouding
It's the only keepsake, that I have, of you

And I talk to it, and I ask it, What did I do in life?
What has been the crime?, to pay for it like this
And your portrait stays silent, to not tell lies
And I squeeze it, and I kiss it, and I bless you

And your portrait stays silent, to not tell lies
And I squeeze it, and I kiss it, and I bless you