Manos De Tijera invites us into the raw aftermath of a breakup where every memory feels freshly cut, just like the title’s “scissor hands” suggest. Yiyo Sarante sings from the viewpoint of someone who told the sky his lover left, only to have the heavens “cry” with him. Through nostalgic snapshots – her loose hair, his jokes, their first trip – he admits his own flaws and wonders if she aches too. The repeated plea “No es secreto” works like a confessional refrain: he knows he is imperfect, yet he cannot stop hoping that the love they sparked still beats inside her.
The song balances regret and wishful thinking. He pictures the future pain of seeing her celebrate birthdays with someone new, while insisting he can’t “breathe” without her. Deleting the heart emoji next to his name felt like deleting his real heart, but he still clings to the idea that their shared purpose was no accident. “Manos De Tijera” is therefore a bittersweet salsa about cutting ties, owning mistakes, and the stubborn belief that true love might survive the deepest wounds.