Dreams of Immigration
I'm wide awake, baby,
then it's not totally fantasy.
It's not only rational as well.
It's all kind of dreams mixed together,
all of them beautiful and polite,
everything's clean, safe and bright.
Everywhere there's a hopeful light.
Everyone grateful, accessible.
But I am inferior, and it seems natural there.
So I don't want it anymore.
I prefer to wake if it's a dream,
and to stay if it's not.