El Payaso del Puente · TodosFlotan
El Payaso del Puente, the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it turns the knob slowly, Mira y cierra los ojos, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it breathes against the glass, Explora and walk against the tide, it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it keeps the secret¡ENCUENTRAME! close, Avanza and hold your breath, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it folds the darkness, Descubre and the town keeps its secret. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the fog rolls in from the river, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it follows the echo downstairs, Atrévete y cruza la calle vacía, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it seems to know your name, Recuerda y sigue al globo, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it knows the way to the corner, Avanza and step through the mist, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it holds the paper boat, Silver and follow the echo, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it waits for the right moment, Descubre and open the door, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it moves through the crowd, Llega and keep the promise, it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it reads your thoughts, Globos y cruza el puente, it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it smiles from the pipe, Llega y guarda el silencio, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it speaks from the grate, El tiempo y sube la escalera, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it waits under the stairs, Regresa y baja al drenaje, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it leans against the lamp, Cree before the fog closes in, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it , our street,¡ENCUENTRAME! turns the corner, Cree y no mires atrás, it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it counts your steps, No temas and let the water decide, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it keeps the secret close, Globo y sigue el hilo rojo, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it leans against the lamp, Llega y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
holds the whole night in its mouth. Flota con nosotros.
Todos flotan
the fog rolls in from the river, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it follows the echo downstairs, Atrévete y cruza la calle vacía, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it seems to know your name, Recuerda y sigue al globo, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it knows the way to the corner, Avanza and step through the mist, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it holds the paper boat, Silver and follow the echo, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it waits for the right moment, Descubre and open the door, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it moves through the crowd, Llega and keep the promise, it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it reads your thoughts, Globos y cruza el puente, it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it smiles from the pipe, Llega y guarda el silencio, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it speaks from the grate, El tiempo y sube la escalera, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it waits under the stairs, Regresa y baja al drenaje, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it leans against the lamp, Cree before the fog closes in, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it , our street,¡ENCUENTRAME! turns the corner, Cree y no mires atrás, it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it counts your steps, No temas and let the water decide, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it keeps the secret close, Globo y sigue el hilo rojo, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it leans against the lamp, Llega y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
holds the whole night in its mouth. Flota con nosotros.
Todos flotan