Toma Mi Mano
Alberto Cortez
Take My Hand
Since we woke up
it belongs to us
the world we live in
with wine and nuts,
with the anvil and the pen,
with guitar and hammer,
with the ancient loom,
with charango and knife
with the pen and the mud,
the number and the letter,
Neruda's grapes
and the whales.
Take my hand,
give me your hand,
we've been looking for each other
for a long time.
Take my hand,
give me your hand,
it's time
to meet again.
Selfless farmer,
silent shepherd,
star namer,
look for your people,
to the one who kneads the bread,
to the one who tends the flowers,
to the one who defends the day
from the silent men.
And gather them all
around the fire
to make them realize
that the world is theirs.
Take my hand,
give me your hand,
we've been looking for each other
for a long time.
Take my hand,
give me your hand,
it's time
to meet again.
Take my hand,
give me your hand,
we've been looking for each other
for a long time.
Take my hand,
give me your hand,
it's time
to meet again.
