Con La Mano Levantá

With the hand raised,
I say goodbye to the past
and the future to come
they say it hangs by a thread.
And the present here with you,
hand in hand, listen my brother
enjoying the journey (repeat).
With the hand raised...
On tiptoes to touch,
I'm climbing a step,
writing another song of stairways to heaven,
looking for a place to jump that gives me wings to fly,
reality at ground level.
With raised hands,
they didn't see us pass by,
how many hands need to be raised
for them to listen again,
your weapon is imagination,
your shield no protection,
sensing the movement.
With the hand raised...
I will touch...I'm touching the sky...
I jumped the fence,
ran a thousand battles,
but here I am again.
I lost my breath,
but I don't feel defeated,
I look for momentum,
to jump, to jump, to jump, to jump.
With the hand raised...