Venezuelan Nights

[Verse 1] Fireworks over the rooftops Old radios turned up loud Abuela dancing in her sandals Kids running wild through the crowd Plastic cups of rum and cola Flags hanging out to dry Someone shouts “lo logramos” Someone just starts to cry [Chorus] Venezuelan nights We’re singing in the dark We’re arguing at dawn Venezuelan nights Half of the world says we are right Half says we are wrong But here in the dust and the diesel light We only know it’s been so long Venezuelan nights We just keep holding on [Verse 2] On the screen in my cousin’s bar A man in a suit looks grave Says “this is not liberation You can’t cheer for a foreign wave” While my uncle hugs a stranger Whispers “maybe now we heal” Far away they write their pages Here we just count every meal [Chorus] [Bridge] Somewhere north they’re drawing lines In talk-show smoke and café steam Calling names across the oceans Fighting over someone else’s dream But the queue at dawn for arepas Still curls round the block the same We trade our jokes Our fears Our scars We don’t fit inside their frame [Chorus]