Manos de Mujeres

Strong hand sweeping, putting firewood in the hearth
Firm hand when writing a love letter

Hands that weave making knots
Hands that pray, hands that give
Hands that ask for some future
So as not to die in loneliness, oh! Oh!

Old hand that works
Linking some loom
Slave hand learning
To dance its freedom

Hands kneading, tanning hunger
With what the earth gives them
Hands embracing hope
Of a child leaving, oh! Oh!

Women's hands
That have given birth to the truth
Colorful hands applauding a song

Hands that tremble, hands that sweat
Hands of earth, corn, and salt
Hands that touch leaving the soul
Hands of blood, wind, and sea, oh! Oh!