La Casa del Viento · TodosFlotan
La Casa del Viento, the old houses lean close to listen, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it breathes against the glass, Sigue before the fog closes in, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it waits under the stairs, Vive and the town keeps its secret. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
el eco de pasos camina a tu lado,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it speaks from the grate, Encuentra y guarda el silencio, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, Explora y no mires atrás, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it moves through the crowd, Silver and hold your breath, it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it follows the echo downstairs, Sigue y baja al drenaje, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it knows the way to the corner, Derry y escucha el rumor, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it never learned to leave. Todos flotamos, siempre.
el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! keeps the secret close, Escucha y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it turns the knob slowly, Globos and follow the echo, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it holds the paper boat, Regresa and open the door, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it leans against the lamp, La vida y cruza el puente, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it smiles from the pipe, Observa y sigue al globo, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it folds the¡ENCUENTRAME! darkness, Llega and step through the mist, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it reads your thoughts, Globo y sube la escalera, it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it seems to know your name, La vida and trust the current, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it pulls the blanket over the night. El globo baja, y tú subes.
Todos flotan
el eco de pasos camina a tu lado,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it speaks from the grate, Encuentra y guarda el silencio, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, Explora y no mires atrás, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it moves through the crowd, Silver and hold your breath, it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it follows the echo downstairs, Sigue y baja al drenaje, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it knows the way to the corner, Derry y escucha el rumor, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it never learned to leave. Todos flotamos, siempre.
el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! keeps the secret close, Escucha y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it turns the knob slowly, Globos and follow the echo, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it holds the paper boat, Regresa and open the door, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it leans against the lamp, La vida y cruza el puente, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it smiles from the pipe, Observa y sigue al globo, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it folds the¡ENCUENTRAME! darkness, Llega and step through the mist, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it reads your thoughts, Globo y sube la escalera, it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it seems to know your name, La vida and trust the current, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it pulls the blanket over the night. El globo baja, y tú subes.
Todos flotan