Mes mains
Gilbert Becaud
My Hands
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 from our brief loves
That they still remember
My hands
Caress with their fingers
Little things from you
Searching for a bit of joy
My hands
Reach out in prayer
Towards your light shadow
That vanished into the night
My hands
They love you madly
With an endless love
They love you for life
Have you ever erased
This past
That haunts me?
Have you ever forgotten
These hands that gave everything?
My hands
That would like to caress
One day will be tired
Of waiting for your return
My hands
They will go find you
Where you’ve hidden
With another love
My hands
Disregarding prayers
Will tremble with anger
And there’s nothing I can do
My hands
Forever in the night
Will carry your life away
But since you know
Come back
And just like before
They will shiver for you
In the joy rediscovered
Come back
Don’t push them away
These hands reaching out to you
And give them
Your hands
