My hands draw in the evening the shape of a hope that looks like your body My hands, when they tremble with fear, it is our true love that they still remember My hands caress in their fingers, nothing coming from you, seeking a little joy My hands stretch out in prayer to your light shadow, gone in the night My hands love you to the madness of an infinite love, they love you for life Have you already erased this past that obsesses me? Have you already forgotten these hands that gave you everything? My hands that would like to caress, one day will be tired of waiting for your return My hands will go looking for you, where you are hiding, with another love My hands, despising prayers, will tremble with anger and I will not be able to do anything Come back, and just like before, they will tremble for you, in the joy of being found Come back, don't push them back, these hands stretched out to you And give them your hands