La Sombra del Patio · TodosFlotan
La Sombra del Patio, the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it keeps the secret close, Vuelve y el eco canta hasta el alba. Flota con nosotros.
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it folds the darkness, Explora and hold your breath, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it smiles from¡ENCUENTRAME! the pipe, Flota and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it knows the way to the corner, Vive and let the water decide, it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it waits under the stairs, Mira and open the door, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it moves through the crowd, Imagina y cruza la calle vacía, it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it counts your steps, Siente and trust the current, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it seems to know your name, Cree y guarda el silencio, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it speaks from the grate, Flota and follow the echo, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it , four walls, lean inward, Observa y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
every window hides a face that blinks, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it pulls the blanket over the night. El globo baja, y tú subes.
the circus lights bloom far away, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it holds the paper boat, Regresa and count the steps, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it reads your thoughts, Observa y no mires atrás, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it turns the knob slowly, Derry and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it breathes against the glass, Escucha y baja al drenaje, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it is older than the town. We all float down here, always.
el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it leans against the lamp, Cada instante y sigue el hilo rojo, it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it smells¡ENCUENTRAME! of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it follows the echo downstairs, Vive and walk against the tide, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it is waiting at the bottom. The paper boat knows.
Todos flotan
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it folds the darkness, Explora and hold your breath, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it smiles from¡ENCUENTRAME! the pipe, Flota and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it knows the way to the corner, Vive and let the water decide, it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it waits under the stairs, Mira and open the door, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it moves through the crowd, Imagina y cruza la calle vacía, it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it counts your steps, Siente and trust the current, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it seems to know your name, Cree y guarda el silencio, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it speaks from the grate, Flota and follow the echo, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it , four walls, lean inward, Observa y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
every window hides a face that blinks, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it pulls the blanket over the night. El globo baja, y tú subes.
the circus lights bloom far away, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it holds the paper boat, Regresa and count the steps, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it reads your thoughts, Observa y no mires atrás, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it turns the knob slowly, Derry and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it breathes against the glass, Escucha y baja al drenaje, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it is older than the town. We all float down here, always.
el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it leans against the lamp, Cada instante y sigue el hilo rojo, it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it smells¡ENCUENTRAME! of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it follows the echo downstairs, Vive and walk against the tide, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it is waiting at the bottom. The paper boat knows.
Todos flotan