Where the Nightmares Come to Life
I wake up in sweats
Feeling heavy and voiceless
As if I had screamed
And wrecked my vocal cords.
Adonde estoy? Que me ha pasado?
I look around unsure if I'm still back there,
Where the nightmares come to life
And you know it's fake but you can't escape.
Estás aquí para siempre,
en el mundo de pesadillas.
Where the feelings, the pain and the tears
Are real. Are felt. Are taken back to the waking world.
I wake up in a trance, shaking.
I was doing so much better without you,
But your memory alone breaks my spirits.
You have imprinted in my deepest thoughts, the darkest part of my mind.
Porque me tienes atada en mi consciencia.
Me despierto pero estas huellas se quedan, burlándose de mí.
I wake up worried you're still around,
But these traces stay, teasing me
Telling me one day they'll disappear.
I burst into tears wishing for another few sleeps without new disturbances.
Tears flow, I sink into reality.
Is this what it feels like?
Is this what trauma tastes like?
Like the salty tears of my ancestors?
I hyperventilate thinking of my linkages.
Estoy unida a mis traumas como a los tuyos.
Violencia contra nuestra gente Indígena, Negra y Afrodescendiente que llevamos en la espalda y en el alma.
La resistencia de nuestros pueblos será la clave.
My breath slows down as I take in my past,
And my present.
The future will come later.
Our roots, our resistance will be key.
Our roots, our resistance are the key.
As those words are repeated, I slumber back into a deep sleep.
Trauma may hold my mind,
but I fall asleep clutching my dreams.
Feeling heavy and voiceless
As if I had screamed
And wrecked my vocal cords.
Adonde estoy? Que me ha pasado?
I look around unsure if I'm still back there,
Where the nightmares come to life
And you know it's fake but you can't escape.
Estás aquí para siempre,
en el mundo de pesadillas.
Where the feelings, the pain and the tears
Are real. Are felt. Are taken back to the waking world.
I wake up in a trance, shaking.
I was doing so much better without you,
But your memory alone breaks my spirits.
You have imprinted in my deepest thoughts, the darkest part of my mind.
Porque me tienes atada en mi consciencia.
Me despierto pero estas huellas se quedan, burlándose de mí.
I wake up worried you're still around,
But these traces stay, teasing me
Telling me one day they'll disappear.
I burst into tears wishing for another few sleeps without new disturbances.
Tears flow, I sink into reality.
Is this what it feels like?
Is this what trauma tastes like?
Like the salty tears of my ancestors?
I hyperventilate thinking of my linkages.
Estoy unida a mis traumas como a los tuyos.
Violencia contra nuestra gente Indígena, Negra y Afrodescendiente que llevamos en la espalda y en el alma.
La resistencia de nuestros pueblos será la clave.
My breath slows down as I take in my past,
And my present.
The future will come later.
Our roots, our resistance will be key.
Our roots, our resistance are the key.
As those words are repeated, I slumber back into a deep sleep.
Trauma may hold my mind,
but I fall asleep clutching my dreams.