Con manos vacias
I come to you with my hands empty
I don't have anything than to give you
there is nothing of value from me
I can not to impress you
I can to give you my broken heart
Yahweh my God, Holy Lord
let you receive my empty soul
because you can to restore it
I put my life to your service o Lord
this is not many thing but I give you that
and I know than if my hands are empty
you can to fill just with camp of love o God
let you use my hands o Yahweh
I come to you with my hands empty
I don't have anything than to give you
there is nothing of value from me
I can not to impress you
I can to give you my broken heart
Yahweh my God, Holy Lord
let you receive my empty soul
because you can to restore it
I put my life to your service o Lord
this is not many thing but I give you that
and I know than if my hands are empty
you can to fill just with camp of love o God
let you use my hands o Yahweh
let you use my hands o Yahweh
let you use my hands o Yahweh
let you use my hands o Yahweh
let you use my hands o Lord
let you use my hands o Lord