Dreaming of better days 

We awake to the Tic toc of an American clock sitting at the edge of an alien world disconnected 

They build skyscrapers on indigenous lands and try to erase our native roots and cut the umbilical cord from our motherland 

But we hold on, trying to understand

We sit and dream high in the clouds about this fairytale world drifting at a distance, where our suenos are attainable 

We spread our monarch wings, take a leap of faith and pray to our celestial ancestors to guide and protect us as we journey across wretched passages to chase these promised freedoms 

Magical Monarcas and hella ganas build bridges and connect worlds to make miracles exist, but Dreamer babies are encaged and their life held hostage on stolen land

But we hold on, trying to understand

We drift away our home cautiously, but never detach our corazon from our motherland

We labor away towards better days and stay connected to our roots, grounded y con ganas