Manos y huesos y sangre se irá
Pero el corazón no muere,
Miles palabras en quieto pincel,
Dueña y esclava de dos.
Ojos que sirven de espejo
Pasíon y dolor y placer,
Cara y disfraz que aparecen
Esos fracasos de ayer,
¿Madre de sueños, ti quien te dirá
Cada mujer sueña igual?
Aguila inquieta cadenas cairán
¿Frida, es tu descanso en paz?
Crumbling hands, bones and blood will be gone.
Something in a heart lives forever.
Thousand words painted by love's broken stroke—
Master and slave, you were both.
Eyes serving as our own mirror
Of pa**ion and pleasure and pain,
Costume and face of a story
Bearing that yesterday stain,
Mother of dreams, who could dare to predict
Women would dream by your name?
Restless the eagle still chained by the wing—
Frida are you sleeping in peace?
Manos y huesos y sangre se irá
Pero el corazón no muere.