Manos Blancas
Madre Matilda
White Hands
White hands
Fit and falling
In my eyes
I feel the sea of your calm gaze
Smiling
Trying to explain
That there's no need
To cry, your hand
Subtle angel,
Your smile is magic in
My dreams
You caress my fragile hair
Again
Trying to calm
My anxious tears
Trying to explain
That there's no need
To cry, your hand
Your hand
White hands angel your gaze
