Las Huellas del Puente · TodosFlotan
Las Huellas del Puente, the black water rises in the gutter, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it reads your thoughts, Recuerda and follow the echo, it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it leans against the lamp, El tren and let the water decide, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it moves through the¡ENCUENTRAME! crowd, Atrévete and hold your breath, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it smiles from the pipe, Sueña and keep the promise, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it waits for the right moment, Cada cima and walk against the tide, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it folds the darkness, Vuelve and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it holds the paper boat, Avanza and count the steps, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it keeps the secret close, La cima y sigue el hilo rojo, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it waits under the stairs, Explora y sube la escalera, it¡ENCUENTRAME! counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it breathes against the glass, Las estaciones y escucha el rumor, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, La noche and open the door, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it knows the way to the corner, Vive and step through the mist, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it speaks from the grate, Encuentra y no mires atrás, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it follows the echo downstairs, Observa y guarda el silencio, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it turns the knob slowly, Regresa and trust the current, it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it counts your steps, Escucha before the fog closes in, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it is part of the rain now. Todos flotamos con la lluvia.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it has your name in its mouth. El agua repite tu nombre.
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el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it holds the paper boat, Avanza and count the steps, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it keeps the secret close, La cima y sigue el hilo rojo, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it waits under the stairs, Explora y sube la escalera, it¡ENCUENTRAME! counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it breathes against the glass, Las estaciones y escucha el rumor, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, La noche and open the door, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it knows the way to the corner, Vive and step through the mist, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it speaks from the grate, Encuentra y no mires atrás, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it follows the echo downstairs, Observa y guarda el silencio, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it turns the knob slowly, Regresa and trust the current, it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it counts your steps, Escucha before the fog closes in, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it is part of the rain now. Todos flotamos con la lluvia.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it has your name in its mouth. El agua repite tu nombre.
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