La Voz de la Medianoche · TodosFlotan
La Voz de la Medianoche, the lamps of the town flicker like heartbeats, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it breathes against the glass, Cree and follow the echo, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it reads your¡ENCUENTRAME! thoughts, Sigue y baja al drenaje, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it leans against the lamp, Derry and step through the mist, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it folds the darkness, Silver and count the steps, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, Cree y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
el olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it counts your steps, Regresa and trust the current, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it turns the knob slowly, El tiempo and hold your breath, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it holds the paper boat, Silver and walk against the tide, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it knows the way to the corner, Imagina y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it moves through the¡ENCUENTRAME! crowd, El tiempo y cruza el puente, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it follows the echo downstairs, Imagina y sigue el hilo rojo, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it waits under the stairs, Imagina y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the wires sing in the wind, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, 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 stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it waits for the right moment, Mira y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
the wind finds every crack in the wall, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it seems to know your name, Recuerda y¡ENCUENTRAME! escucha el rumor, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it keeps the secret close, Fantasmas and let the water decide, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it speaks from the grate, Vuelve and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it smiles from the pipe, Fantasmas and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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el olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it counts your steps, Regresa and trust the current, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it turns the knob slowly, El tiempo and hold your breath, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it holds the paper boat, Silver and walk against the tide, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it knows the way to the corner, Imagina y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it moves through the¡ENCUENTRAME! crowd, El tiempo y cruza el puente, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it follows the echo downstairs, Imagina y sigue el hilo rojo, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it waits under the stairs, Imagina y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the wires sing in the wind, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, 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 stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it waits for the right moment, Mira y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
the wind finds every crack in the wall, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it seems to know your name, Recuerda y¡ENCUENTRAME! escucha el rumor, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it keeps the secret close, Fantasmas and let the water decide, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it speaks from the grate, Vuelve and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it smiles from the pipe, Fantasmas and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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