Domingo de noche
Aún se puede soñar
De una semana
Que nos va a rendir
Domingo de noche
Aún se puede amar
Sin pensar o esperar
Domingo de noche
Todavía es hora
Para los deseos y milagros
Rápido
Que domingo de noche
Ya está para despertar

how does the brain of a mermaid look like?
not like mine
not like mine
invisible like me
                    I can't become a myth
I want to escape
                    become a lost child again, an orphan by choice
I want to erase it all
                    even the dreams I never had
reality took me everything
reality is not everything
between my ego and my fears
I'm just invisible
I can't look past others
I can't look back
I thought my heart would save me
                    but he came with me
I thought we would be good together
                    but he is just as ******* lost as I am

en la sombra de un árbol
que parece de mi país
escribiendo en un idioma
que no es de mi país
en una tranquilidad
que sí es de mi país
me pregunto si soy indígena
allí
en mi país

Hope popped out of a storm
A room full of anything but me
Me & my brother
Me & my living mother
A fantasy
Death was never a solution
Fame was always an option
Opting for something that will never make sense
Is my way
Of making resistance

De un estado frio
A estados solidos
De uno a dos
De un poder transformador
A la transformación de los poderes
Podemos
Por lo menos
Considerar
La eventualidad
De una possible
Re-interpretación
De la
Del
De los

Palabra.