Pequenos Sueños

The trucker turns on the radio as night falls,
The lights on the highway are like dreams,
They come closer slowly, and when they arrive, they fade away.
In the cab, the picture, the Playboy girl,
She stares at him, keeping him up at night,
He knows they’re not big deals, but they’re his dreams,
Those little dreams that help him live.

She hung a picture of me above the bed,
I know her dad doesn’t like it, but I’m still there,
Crucified on the wall, unable to do anything,
I just stare at her when she goes to sleep.
She knows very well those aren’t big deals, but they’re her dreams,
Those little ones that help her live.

My mom used to put flowers on the picture of the old man,
And she’d stare at him before going to sleep,
She knew those weren’t big deals, but they were her dream,
Those little dreams that help her live.

And so I get lost walking as night falls.
The lights on the highway are like dreams,
They come closer slowly, and when they arrive, they fade away,
They’re the little dreams that help us live.
Help us live.