Pesadilla

Dust, smoke.
A dream began,
from which I begged to wake up.
It turned into a deadly nightmare

Families with their problems,
always the same routine.
A group of friends,
trying to find a way out
from this world for them, a nightmare.

Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare.
Ghost of bright colors.
In its hands it carries sharp needles
that only poison my blood.
Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare.
It separates me, separates me from life.
Its ghost takes over my mind,
deceives me and leads me to death.
Wake me up.

Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare.
Ghost of bright colors.
In its hands it carries sharp needles
that only poison my blood.
Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare.
It separates me, separates me from life.
Its ghost takes over my mind,
deceives me and leads me to death.
Wake me up.