Mis Manos Necias
Los Claxons
My Foolish Hands
What irony it is to love you
that today I close my eyes and I can see you
that I wake up and live a dream
that with nothing at all I am the owner
for having passed through your mind
What irony it is to love you
that today I close my eyes and I can see you
that I take off and follow the ground
that I am alive and that the sky
has come to me for having you
Today I give you my voice
my sky, my foolish hands to
touch your black hair
Today I give you this irony
this great philosophy
this life that has been born
from loving you
What irony it is to love you
that today I close my eyes and I can see you
what irony it is
that when you see me
time slows down
and here the world barely begins to run
and I keep playing
without fear of losing
Today I give you my voice
my sky, my foolish hands to
touch your black hair
Today I give you this irony
this great philosophy
this life that has been born
from loving you
this great philosophy
this life that has been born
from loving you
