Pesadilla plunges us into that terrifying-yet-comic moment when you wake up and have no idea what happened the night before. Our unlucky narrator opens his eyes surrounded by strangers, knees shaking, only to realize he is handcuffed in a gloomy courtyard while five policemen close in. He swears he has always walked the straight and narrow, blames hypnosis, drugs or theft for the memory gap, and desperately looks for an explanation that never comes.
Over Estopa’s trademark rumba-rock groove, the song turns a blurry blackout into a fast-paced adventure that feels half dream, half bad joke. As the singer bounces between panic, denial and pleading for absolution, Pesadilla reminds us how a single wild night can flip reality upside down—and how, sometimes, the scariest nightmares are the ones we live wide awake.