My little boy kneelin' by his bed, 我的小男孩kneelin “他的床前，

Hands folded, sayin' his prayers. 双手合十，说他的祈祷。

Talkin' to God, man to man: 在说上帝，人盯人：

He don't know that I'm there. 他不知道我在那里。

   

That's a picture I'd like to frame. 这是一个图片，我想框架。

That's a picture only God can paint. 这是一个画面只有上帝才能作画。

That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture: 那是一种美没有摄像头，可拍摄：

That's a picture. 这是一个图片。

   

My daughter sittin' in her high chair, 我的女儿正坐在她的高脚椅，

Ravioli all over her face. 馄饨在她的脸上。

I stand an' stare at her innocence: 我站在一个“盯着她的清白：

I don't see the mess that she made. 我没有看到她的烂摊子。

   

That's a picture I'd like to frame. 这是一个图片，我想框架。

That's a picture only God can paint. 这是一个画面只有上帝才能作画。

That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture: 那是一种美没有摄像头，可拍摄：

Yeah, that's a picture. 是啊，这是一个图片。

   

I've seen snapshots of sunsets that take everyone's breath, 我已经看到了把每个人的呼吸日落的快照，

An postcards of Paris in the spring. 巴黎春天的明信片。

No paper or canvass compares what happens, 无纸或游说比较会发生什么，

To my heart in moments like these. 要我在趁此时心脏。

   

My perfect angel, her hair all up, 我完美的天使，她的头发全部向上，

Blastin' at her radio. BLASTIN “在她的电台。

She'd a-died if she knew I saw her, 她A-去世，如果她知道我看见了她，

Dancin' while she folded the clothes. 跳舞，而她折衣服。

   

That's a picture I'd like to frame. 这是一个图片，我想框架。

That's a picture only God can paint. 这是一个画面只有上帝才能作画。

That's the kind of beauty no camera can capture: 那是一种美没有摄像头，可拍摄：

Yeah, that's a picture. 是啊，这是一个图片。

Oh, what a picture. 哦，多么的画面。

That's a picture. 这是一个图片。