Las Manos

How beautiful are the hands
Of the humble, laborer
That sink into the earth
That work, sun to sun

How pretty are the hands
Of a bride, at the altar
And how sad are the hands
That go to a funeral

Tell me, is there more tenderness
Than one can imagine
Than in the tiny hands
Of children, when they pray

Tell me, tell me, is there more tenderness
Than one can imagine
Than in the incomparable hands
Of a mother, when she caresses

And those, those who don't have them
Well, let them forgive my song
It's just that I want to talk about holy hands
And for me, a mother's hands, a mother's hands, those, those are

But there are hands, that are claws
Blinded by ambition
That order: to war!
And cause desolation

But there are two hands, there are two hands that man
Made, long ago forgot
They are hands, that were beaten
Humiliated by hatred, by resentment
But they are also hands that performed miracles
They are hands, hands that gave love
Much love
That's why please look closely
Look closely, I want you to see
I want you to see, well
Well, they are the hands of God