Los Pasos del Viento · TodosFlotan
Los Pasos del Viento, the fog rolls in from the river, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it waits under the stairs, Encuentra and hold your breath, it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it keeps the secret close, La esperanza and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
una voz cuenta los pasos¡ENCUENTRAME! de regreso, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it holds the paper boat, Imagina and the town keeps its secret. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it turns the knob slowly, Flota and step through the mist, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it counts your steps, Escucha and trust the current, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it reads your thoughts, Descubre y cierra los ojos, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it waits for the right moment, Atrévete y cruza el puente, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it folds the darkness, Globo and follow the echo, it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it speaks from the grate, Sigue y no mires atrás, it grows louder at¡ENCUENTRAME! midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, Observa and walk against the tide, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it knows the way to the corner, La vida and open the door, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it seems to know your name, Respira y baja al drenaje, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it follows the echo downstairs, Observa y sigue al globo, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it leans against the lamp, Derry y cruza la calle vacía, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it smiles from the pipe, Imagina before the fog closes in, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it moves through the crowd, Llega y escucha el rumor, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it turns the lamp off at dawn. Flota, siempre flota.
the river carries a paper boat, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it breathes against the glass, Escucha and count the steps, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it is waiting at the bottom. The paper boat knows.
Todos flotan
una voz cuenta los pasos¡ENCUENTRAME! de regreso, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it holds the paper boat, Imagina and the town keeps its secret. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it turns the knob slowly, Flota and step through the mist, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it counts your steps, Escucha and trust the current, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it reads your thoughts, Descubre y cierra los ojos, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it waits for the right moment, Atrévete y cruza el puente, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it folds the darkness, Globo and follow the echo, it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it speaks from the grate, Sigue y no mires atrás, it grows louder at¡ENCUENTRAME! midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, Observa and walk against the tide, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it knows the way to the corner, La vida and open the door, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it seems to know your name, Respira y baja al drenaje, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it follows the echo downstairs, Observa y sigue al globo, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it leans against the lamp, Derry y cruza la calle vacía, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it smiles from the pipe, Imagina before the fog closes in, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it moves through the crowd, Llega y escucha el rumor, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it turns the lamp off at dawn. Flota, siempre flota.
the river carries a paper boat, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it breathes against the glass, Escucha and count the steps, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it is waiting at the bottom. The paper boat knows.
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