El Elefante Y La Paloma

Frida's bones ache
And looking in the mirror
She paints all her pain
Frida's life hurts
And learning from her wound
She fills everything with color
Diego my diego diego my love
Why do I think you're mine
If you're only yours and diego
If you're only yours and diego...
Frida looked at the elephant
And began to blur
But nothing mattered to her
Diego looked at the dove
And loved her among many things
Between the canvas and passion
Diego my boy diego painter
Why do I think...
Frida rests in bed
And paints even on her chest
In order to survive
Diego my friend diego = me
Why do I think...