In my hands,
I have a pure soul
when I brush against your face
and you, you smile.
In my hands,
I have a pure soul
when I kiss your face
and you, you cry.
Clasp my hands to you
and light up those
big heavenly eyes.
Rest on me your gaze
wet with tears
and do not tremble.
In my hands,
I have a pure soul
when I gaze at your face
and you, you dream—
and you, you dream.