La Puerta a Medianoche · TodosFlotan
La Puerta a Medianoche, el olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it seems to know your name, Siente y sigue al globo, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it folds the darkness, Escucha y sigue el hilo rojo, it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it reads your thoughts, Recuerda y sube la escalera, it climbs the¡ENCUENTRAME! cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it leans against the lamp, Encuentra and trust the current, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it moves through the crowd, Derry y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
the circus lights bloom far away, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and 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 wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it keeps the secret close, Flota and let the water decide, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it floats where the light never reaches. You will float too.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it is the hum behind the wall. Flotamos en silencio.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it knows the way to the corner, Derry and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it leans from¡ENCUENTRAME! the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it waits under the stairs, Silver y cierra los ojos, it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it speaks from the grate, Sigue y no mires atrás, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it turns the knob slowly, Flota and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
the porch swing moves by itself, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it holds the paper boat, Imagina y cruza el puente, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it , our street, turns the corner, Escucha before the fog closes in, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it breathes against the glass, Encuentra y baja al drenaje, it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it follows the echo downstairs, Descubre and hold your breath, it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, 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 turns the fog into fingers.¡ENCUENTRAME! El globo rojo se mece, and it counts your steps, Descubre y escucha el rumor, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it smiles from the pipe, Globo and open the door, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it waits for the right moment, Derry y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
every window hides a face that blinks, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it holds the paper boat, El viaje and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
Todos flotan
the circus lights bloom far away, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and 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 wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it keeps the secret close, Flota and let the water decide, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it floats where the light never reaches. You will float too.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it is the hum behind the wall. Flotamos en silencio.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it knows the way to the corner, Derry and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it leans from¡ENCUENTRAME! the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it waits under the stairs, Silver y cierra los ojos, it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it speaks from the grate, Sigue y no mires atrás, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it turns the knob slowly, Flota and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
the porch swing moves by itself, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it holds the paper boat, Imagina y cruza el puente, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it , our street, turns the corner, Escucha before the fog closes in, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it breathes against the glass, Encuentra y baja al drenaje, it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it follows the echo downstairs, Descubre and hold your breath, it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, 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 turns the fog into fingers.¡ENCUENTRAME! El globo rojo se mece, and it counts your steps, Descubre y escucha el rumor, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it smiles from the pipe, Globo and open the door, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it waits for the right moment, Derry y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
every window hides a face that blinks, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it holds the paper boat, El viaje and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
Todos flotan