When my father’s hands touch me
I could feel the spirits of the past
When my father’s hands embrace me
It feels like the whole world is hugging me back

My father’s hands are not soft
There you could find every drop of sweat
Because he earned his bread
By working and not lying

My father’s hands  are not sinful
They hide the rightfulness
of everything he has done until now

My father’s hands have taught me
to love the freedom
My father’s hands have shown me
how to find the northern star
and that every way I took
could bring me back home

My father’s hands have taught me
To respect people by their efforts not their wealth
My father’s hands have taught me
To be honest and sincere

My father’s hands have taught me
To love the mornings
Because the day doesn’t start at noon
My father’s hands have taught me
To love the evening
Because every warrior needs his rest

My father’s hands gave me
My first allowance
My father’s hands gave me
My first lesson of life

My father’s hands were there
When I have made the first step
My father’s hands were
There when I first fall down
and every other time after that

And when I feel scared
I always look for my father’s hands
Because in my father’s hands
It’s the safest place to be