Who was going to tell me,
how would I imagine myself,
if I do not have a place
on earth.
And my hands are the only thing I have,
and my hands are my love and my sustenance,
and my hands are the only thing I have,
they are my love and my sustenance.
There is no house to arrive to,
my father and my mother are
further from this neighborhood
than a star.
Who was going to tell me,
that I would fall in love,
when I do not have a place
on earth.
And my hands are the only thing I have,
and my hands are my love and my sustenance,
and my hands are the only thing I have,
they are my love and my sustenance.