A shade of pain
A body ripped apart
A broken heart
Raging like fire in an iron frame

And here you are
The man who’s loved me more
Hurt me more
When passion outbalanced your shame

How could I’ve resisted
Comfort I missed
A promise of exctasy
Made my body dream
Run from agony
But how I love you
For what you are, not for what you are not
In spite of ourselves I can see
You’ve painted a portait of love for me

A shade of pain
A marriage torn apart
A broken heart
Boldly displayed in a wooden frame

And there he was
This understanding man
With tender hands
Respect so much stronger than shame

We thrived on emotion
Taking no notion
Of feelings except our own
Sad, but in the end everyone’s alone
But how I love you
For what you are, not for what you are not
In spite of ourselves I can see
You’ve painted a portait of love for me

Esta noche m’emborrachó, Frida, Mi arbol de la Esperanza
Nina de mi corazón,
Mañana será otro dia, mantente firme!
Y veran que tengo razon!

How I love you
For what you are, not for what you are not
In spite of ourselves I can see
You’ve painted a portait of love for me