Me Bebi Tu Recuerdo

In my left hand I have your portrait
And in the other hand a glass of wine
And I toasted with you without being present
And I toasted with you for your absent love

I put the photo inside my glass
And in it your image was dissolving
And little by little and very slowly
I drank all your memories

And I drank your memory
So that he never hurts me again
And I drank your memory
So that he never hurts me again

I want you to know
That although painful
Today not even your name
I want to remember

And hands up
And he left, he left