La Historia De Mis Manos (feat. Banda Carnaval)

Tell him, my love, that there are no early mornings
That you don't think of me and you hug the pillow
That God let go of the palm of his hand
And has seen you cry locked in your room

Don't tell him more lies, speak to him with the truth
That you already realized he's not your other half
That even if you camouflage your joyful gaze
You don't disguise your sadness with a smile

Loneliness packed its bags and stayed with you
That there's no secret formula to be happy
Too late you realized, all of this was going to happen
I told you, I told you, I'm not easy to forget

Tell him the story you haven't told anyone
Tell him the story, the story of my hands
That I stayed forever on the left side of your chest
That I'm present in your life, even if you disguise my memory

Tell him about all our mischief
That my kisses took you from Earth to the moon
That you miss my air and feel the glory on your skin
That I already know all your moles by heart

Tell him he lies when he speaks nicely to you
Because the most beautiful moments you lived with me
That a thousand nights you were mine and I kissed your soul
That on your nails, there are still traces of my skin

Tell him, my love, what you haven't told anyone
Tell him
The story of my hands

Tell him the story you haven't told anyone
Tell him the story, the story of my hands
That I stayed forever on the left side of your chest
That I'm present in your life, even if you disguise my memory

Tell him about all our mischief
That my kisses took you from Earth to the moon
That you miss my air and feel the glory on your skin
That I already know all your moles by heart

Tell him he lies when he speaks nicely to you
Because the most beautiful moments you lived with me
That a thousand nights you were mine and I kissed your soul
That on your nails, there are still traces of my skin

Tell him, my love, what you haven't told anyone
Tell him
The story of my hands