Enseñame tus manos (ingles)

The things sometimes twist i tell you by the way
And you are in front of that open desert
With the silent ice and the slow anger
As old as the same world
The affection and the spite,
The road that i have walked, if
But a desert is a desert.

I already know why it won to our lip the silence,
And it is that the clock doesn't have the time
He/she doesn't have the fear
The case is that we are not able
To isolate ourselves of the rest of
This world
Where the humans, change the dreams for air
Give me some excuse that it saves us
Or that they swallow us seven seas
But don't take off the anger.

Become trained your hands
The palms that you see them opens up
And now, tell me if you even have left some hope
In them
Become trained your hands, those,
With those that we caress ourselves
And today we make ourselves,
So much damage, so much damage love.

Perhaps why for you alone i am a zero to the left
And there is not way that it multiplies my affection for your
You win,
And they give us but that zero

Already you why it won to our lip the silence,
And it is that the clock doesn't have the time,
He/she doesn't have the fear,
He/she doesn't have the fire...
Don't worry that today is sunday and god rests
Let us enjoy the moment
And of this place that he/she gives us.

Give me some excuse that it saves us
O que nos traguen siete mares
But don't take off the anger

Become trained your hands
The palms that you see them opens up
And now, tell me if you even have left some hope
In them
Become trained your hands, those,
With those that we caress ourselves
And today we make ourselves, so much damage.

Become trained your hands...
That mine have gotten tired of trying to catch the one
World
With the tight fists...
Become trained your hands, those,
With those that we caress ourselves
And today we make ourselves, so much damage