Estas manos [English translation]

These hands plucked the thorns

Of the flower you liked, so that they wouldn't hurt your hand

These hands...

And in one summer, at any moment

Lying on the sand, your mouth found

These hands, these hands

These hands with yours built a house on the beach

All kisses and windows, these hands

These hands worked on the earth

And shouted and fought for the bread of my brothers

These hands, these hands...

These hands which held our child have become quiet today

And cried when those other

Hands kissed you, these hands

These hands, what are these hands good for if they didn't

Reach yours? Just now that we doubt

These hands

But one day, I'm sure, maybe right now, these hands will have eyes

To see that we still live because of the love for whom we love, these hands

And in honour of your memory I will extend my arm wide, I will come with this song

In front of me, so that I will reach your back

Although you may have a different face and different name and different hands

Because life is not only what our hands touch, these hands

These hands... these hands, these hands

These hands... these hands

• Artist:Facundo Cabral