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Tus Manos by David Bustamante (original lyric)
Tus manos son la rama que se ofrece,
si caigo sin remedio al precipicio.
El dulce salvavidas que se mece,
nadando en el naufragio sin destino.
Tus manos son el beso de mi espalda,
el dulce paraíso de mis noches.
Los pétalos desnudos de tu alma,
la línea que me marca el horizonte.
Tus manos son el cáliz donde bebo,
el tramo que nubla los sentidos.
Tus manos son la tinta, tus manos son el gesto,
que dictan cada verso que te escribo.
Tus manos son el cáliz donde bebo,
el tramo que nubla los sentidos.
Tus manos son la tinta, tus manos son el gesto,
que dictan cada verso que te escribo.
Uuuuuuuoooooooohhhhhh
Tus manos son las calles que frecuento,
el mapa con las cruces del tesoro.
Las palmas donde escondes mis secretos,
el velo con que me cubres los ojos.
Tus manos son el beso de mi espalda,
el dulce paraíso de mis noches.
Los pétalos desnudos de tu alma,
la línea que me marca el horizonte.
Tus manos son el cáliz donde bebo,
el tramo que nubla los sentidos.
Tus manos son la tinta, tus manos son el gesto,
que dictan cada verso que te escribo.
Tus manos son el cáliz donde bebo,
el tramo que nubla los sentidos.
Tus manos son la tinta, tus manos son el gesto,
que dictan cada verso que te escribo.
El frío no me alcanza resguardado,
en este inesperado microclima.
Me duermo en la palma de tus manos,
a salvo de cualquier mala noticia.
Tus manos son el cáliz donde bebo,
el tramo que nubla los sentidos.
Tus manos son la tinta, tus manos son el gesto,
que dictan cada verso que te escribo.
Tus manos son el cáliz donde bebo,
el tramo que nubla los sentidos.
Tus manos son la tinta, tus manos son el gesto,
que dictan cada verso que te escribo.
Uuuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh
Tus Manos by David Bustamante (english translation)
Your hands are the branch that is offered,
if I fall hopelessly into the precipice.
The sweet lifeguard that rocks,
swimming in the shipwreck without destiny.
Your hands are the kiss of my back,
the sweet paradise of my nights.
The bare petals of your soul,
the line that marks the horizon.
Your hands are the chalice where I drink,
the section that clouds the senses.
Your hands are the ink, your hands are the gesture,
that dictate every verse that I write to you.
Your hands are the chalice where I drink,
the section that clouds the senses.
Your hands are the ink, your hands are the gesture,
that dictate every verse that I write to you.
Uuuuuuuoooooooohhhhhh
Your hands are the streets I frequent,
the map with the treasure crosses.
The palms where you hide my secrets,
the veil with which you cover my eyes.
Your hands are the kiss of my back,
the sweet paradise of my nights.
The bare petals of your soul,
the line that marks the horizon.
Your hands are the chalice where I drink,
the section that clouds the senses.
Your hands are the ink, your hands are the gesture,
that dictate every verse that I write to you.
Your hands are the chalice where I drink,
the section that clouds the senses.
Your hands are the ink, your hands are the gesture,
that dictate every verse that I write to you.
The cold does not reach me protected,
in this unexpected microclimate.
I fall asleep in the palm of your hands,
Safe from any bad news.
Your hands are the chalice where I drink,
the section that clouds the senses.
Your hands are the ink, your hands are the gesture,
that dictate every verse that I write to you.
Your hands are the chalice where I drink,
the section that clouds the senses.
Your hands are the ink, your hands are the gesture,
that dictate every verse that I write to you.
Uuuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh
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