More songs by Martyna Basta
Description
Producer, Associated Performer: Martyna Basta
Lyricist, Composer: Martyna Basta
Lyrics and translation
Original
I was thinking the other day about your hands, how they secure and close me in.
And whatever will happen, I will always remember your hands.
How they held me when there was nothing -else. -Hands want to-
Merge, extract, transfer, receive -Hands want to- -Tame, wander, -prove, leave -Hands want to-
Pluck from the earth's soil.
Whatever may be there.
Unwanted and sore.
-Hands want to- -Merge, extract, transfer, receive -Hands want to- -Tame, wander, -prove, leave -Hands want to-
Pluck from the earth's soil.
Whatever may be there.
Unwanted and sore.
I will always remember your hands.
How they held me when there was nothing else
English translation
I was thinking the other day about your hands, how they secure and close me in.
And whatever will happen, I will always remember your hands.
How they held me when there was nothing -else. -Hands want to-
Merge, extract, transfer, receive -Hands want to- -Tame, wander, -prove, leave -Hands want to-
Pluck from the earth's soil.
Whatever may be there.
Unwanted and sore.
-Hands want to- -Merge, extract, transfer, receive -Hands want to- -Tame, wander, -prove, leave -Hands want to-
Pluck from the earth's soil.
Whatever may be there.
Unwanted and sore.
I will always remember your hands.
How they held me when there was nothing else