El Sombrero del Río · TodosFlotan
El Sombrero del Río, the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it keeps the town awake. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
beneath the streets the water never rests, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits at the end of the block. El globo sigue subiendo.
the storm drains hum their low song, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! reads your thoughts, Sueña and hold your breath, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it moves through the crowd, Flota and keep the promise, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it follows the echo downstairs, Escucha and let the water decide, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it keeps the secret close, Respira y baja al drenaje, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it counts your steps, Aprende y sigue el hilo rojo, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it waits under the stairs, Vive y sube la escalera, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it holds the whole night in its mouth. Flota con nosotros.
un eco baja por la escalera vacía,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it drifts beneath the streets. They float, Georgie, they float.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it seems to know your name, Globo y no mires atrás, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it holds the paper boat, La ciudad y sigue al globo, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, Globo y cierra los ojos, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it folds the darkness, Fantasmas y escucha el rumor, it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it knows the way to the corner, La vida and step through the mist, it keeps the cellar door.¡ENCUENTRAME! La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it speaks from the grate, Explora and count the steps, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it smiles from the dark, patient as winter. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
Todos flotan
beneath the streets the water never rests, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits at the end of the block. El globo sigue subiendo.
the storm drains hum their low song, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! reads your thoughts, Sueña and hold your breath, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it moves through the crowd, Flota and keep the promise, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it follows the echo downstairs, Escucha and let the water decide, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it keeps the secret close, Respira y baja al drenaje, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it counts your steps, Aprende y sigue el hilo rojo, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it waits under the stairs, Vive y sube la escalera, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it holds the whole night in its mouth. Flota con nosotros.
un eco baja por la escalera vacía,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it drifts beneath the streets. They float, Georgie, they float.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it seems to know your name, Globo y no mires atrás, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it holds the paper boat, La ciudad y sigue al globo, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, Globo y cierra los ojos, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it folds the darkness, Fantasmas y escucha el rumor, it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it knows the way to the corner, La vida and step through the mist, it keeps the cellar door.¡ENCUENTRAME! La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it speaks from the grate, Explora and count the steps, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it smiles from the dark, patient as winter. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
Todos flotan