Lyrics: With fingers tightly clenched on a weapon To attack, to make fists But our palms are made for love There are no caresses in closed hands Long and joined in prayer Wide open for applause In a fist, things are taken away Nothing can be offered with bent fingers When we open our hands It takes nothing, ten times nothing Just a second or two Just a gesture, another world When we open our hands Simple and easy mechanics Veins and ten metacarpal bones From the phalanges to the flexible tendons And you release or hold on And nails meant for scratching Grow on the wrong side The side that threatens or points On the other side, we lay our lives in lines When we open our hands It takes nothing, ten times nothing Just a second or two Just a gesture, another world When we open our hands A simple gesture of humanity When our fists loosen like this When our phalanges part ways Without suspicion, a weapon of exchange From battlefields to gardens The courage of the Indian sign A gift from yesterday to tomorrow Just a moment of innocence A gesture of recognition When we open like a treasure chest When we open our hands
