My hands draw in the evening the shape of a hope that looks like your body My hands, when they tremble with fever, it's because of our brief love that they still remember My hands caress in their fingers the nothingness coming from you, looking for a little joy My hands stretch in prayer to your light shadow, disappeared 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 observes me? Have you already forgotten that these hands gave everything? My hands, who would like to caress, one day will be tired of waiting for your return My hands, they will look for you where you are hidden with another love My hands, despising prayers, tremble with anger and I won't open them My hands, forever in the night, will carry your life But since you know it, come back, and just like before They will tremble for you in the joy of being found Come back, don't push them away, these hands stretched towards you And in the air, your hands Thanks for watching!