Maki

English Translation | Como agua entre las manos

Maki

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I found her in her room, wondering who I was,
With that shine in her hair, her tiny little hands,
And her grandmother’s robe.

With tears in her eyes, she asked me for a hug,
Because she realized that her little granddaughter…
Had come to see her.

Her mind remembered,
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 most is getting lost in her portrait.

That little girl, with the wrinkles of life,
With fear in her lashes,
Curled up in her bed
Remembering that childhood,
Without her parents, she felt strange in the world.

Like water through her 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 has a worthy heir.
That music and blood flow through our veins,
You were always the best father in good times and bad,
And if you forget your son, your family, and your stories,
I’ll sing these verses so they come back to your memory.

Her mind remembered,
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 most is getting lost in her portrait.

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 grandfather.

She has everything and nothing,
I will be your world. I will be your wings.
He has everything and nothing,
I will be your world. I will be your wings.

Her mind remembered,
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 most is getting lost in her portrait.

That little girl, with the wrinkles of life,
With fear in her lashes,
Curled up in her bed
Remembering that childhood,
Without her parents, she felt strange in the world.

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 grandfather.