Manos Blancas

White hands
Fit and falling
In my eyes

I feel the sea of your calm gaze
Smiling

Trying to explain
That there's no need
To cry, your hand

Subtle angel,
Your smile is magic in
My dreams

You caress my fragile hair
Again

Trying to calm
My anxious tears

Trying to explain
That there's no need
To cry, your hand

Your hand

White hands angel your gaze