La Risa del Arroyo · TodosFlotan
La Risa del Arroyo, el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it reads your thoughts, Recuerda y cierra los ojos, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los¡ENCUENTRAME! niños miran el drenaje, and it , hour of waiting stretches, Globos and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the circus lights bloom far away, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it waits for the right moment, Encuentra and the light gives up. We all float, always.
beneath the streets the water never rests, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it speaks from the grate, Encuentra y cruza el puente, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it moves through the crowd, Derry and open the door, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it keeps the secret close, Sigue y sigue al globo, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it folds the darkness, Imagina and step through the mist, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it seems to know your name, El viaje y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
the old houses lean close to listen, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it knows the way to the corner, Atrévete and follow the echo, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it waits until the clock stops. Todos flotamos, siempre.
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it never learned to leave. Todos flotamos, siempre.
the wires sing in the wind, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it counts your steps, Respira and count the steps, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Recuerda y sigue el hilo rojo, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it is older than the town. We all float down here, always.
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the circus lights bloom far away, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it waits for the right moment, Encuentra and the light gives up. We all float, always.
beneath the streets the water never rests, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it speaks from the grate, Encuentra y cruza el puente, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it moves through the crowd, Derry and open the door, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it keeps the secret close, Sigue y sigue al globo, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it folds the darkness, Imagina and step through the mist, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it seems to know your name, El viaje y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
the old houses lean close to listen, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it knows the way to the corner, Atrévete and follow the echo, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it waits until the clock stops. Todos flotamos, siempre.
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it never learned to leave. Todos flotamos, siempre.
the wires sing in the wind, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it counts your steps, Respira and count the steps, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Recuerda y sigue el hilo rojo, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it is older than the town. We all float down here, always.
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