Small dreams
Carlos Varela
The driver turns on the radio and
night falls, the lights
on the road are like dreams, they approach slowly and
when they come back to leave.
In the cabin there is the poster girl of Playboy,
she stares, not let him sleep,
he knows that these things are not great, but
are his dreams,
those little dreams that also help them to live.
She has hung a picture over my bed,
I know that his father did not like it, but I remain there,
crucifix on the wall without doing anything,
I just stare when he goes to sleep.
You know very well that these are not the big things, but
are his dreams, the little dreams that also help them to live.
My mother put flowers at the photo of Dad
and stared at bedtime,
she knew those things were not great, but it was his dream,
those little dreams that also help them to live.
I have a hat, a pair of boots, my love and my guitar,
she stares at me and I will not sleep,
know I'm not big things, but they're my dreams, small dreams
those who help me they also live.
And so I get lost walking
when night falls,
the street lights are like dreams,
slowly walked away and when they come back
are the little dreams that also help them to live,
help to live.
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