Como Agua Entre Las Manos (feat. Maki y Paco Candela)
María Artés
Like Water Through Your Hands (feat. Maki and Paco Candela)
I found her in her room, asking who I was
With that shine in her hair, her little hands so thin
And her grandma's robe
With tears in her eyes, she asked for a hug
Because she realized, her little granddaughter
Had come to see her
Her mind reminded her
For that brief moment that life is a gift
She doesn’t want it to slip away
Like water through her hands
And what she fears the most is getting lost in her picture
That little girl, with the wrinkles of life
With fear in her lashes
Curled up in her bed
Remembering that childhood
Without her parents in the world, she felt so strange
Like water through your hands, your memories slipped away
But here I am, your son, to tell the whole world
That with people like you, a country was rebuilt
And what you taught me now has a worthy heir
That music and blood we share through our veins
You were always the best father in the bad times and the good
And if you forget your son, your family, and your stories
I’ll sing you these verses to bring them back to your memory
Her mind reminded her
For that brief moment that life is a gift
She doesn’t want it to slip away
Like water through her hands
And what she fears the most is getting lost in her picture
That little boy, with the wrinkles of life
With fear in his lashes
Clinging to his memories
Of battles and sleepless nights
He only feels alive when they call him grandpa
She has everything and has nothing
I’ll be your world. I’ll be your wings
He has everything and has nothing
I’ll be your world. I’ll be your wings
Her mind reminded her
For that brief moment that life is a gift
She doesn’t want it to slip away
Like water through her hands
And what she fears the most is getting lost in her picture
That little girl, with the wrinkles of life
With fear in her lashes
Curled up in her bed
Remembering that childhood
Without her parents in the world, she felt so strange
That little boy, with the wrinkles of life
With fear in his lashes
Clinging to his memories
Of battles and sleepless nights
He only feels alive when they call him grandpa