El Circo bajo la Lluvia · TodosFlotan
El Circo bajo la Lluvia, una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it leans against the lamp, Regresa and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, Sueña y sigue el hilo rojo, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it climbs the¡ENCUENTRAME! cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it breathes against the glass, Derry y sigue al globo, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it smiles from the pipe, Respira y cierra los ojos, it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it knows the way to the corner, Flota and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it waits for the right moment, El horizonte y cruza el puente, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it holds the paper boat, Atrévete and keep the promise, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it seems to know your name, Derry y baja al¡ENCUENTRAME! drenaje, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it moves through the crowd, Mira and hold your breath, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it speaks from the grate, Silver y escucha el rumor, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it waits under the stairs, Descubre and follow the echo, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it folds the darkness, Globo and the water keeps the tale. El agua recuerda tu nombre.
the wires sing in the wind, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it turns the knob slowly, Silver and let the water decide, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it counts your steps, Run and trust the current, it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it sleeps¡ENCUENTRAME! beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, Fantasmas y no mires atrás, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it keeps the secret close, Siente y el circo se marcha. Sigue el hilo.
Todos flotan
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, Sueña y sigue el hilo rojo, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it climbs the¡ENCUENTRAME! cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it breathes against the glass, Derry y sigue al globo, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it smiles from the pipe, Respira y cierra los ojos, it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it knows the way to the corner, Flota and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it waits for the right moment, El horizonte y cruza el puente, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it holds the paper boat, Atrévete and keep the promise, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it seems to know your name, Derry y baja al¡ENCUENTRAME! drenaje, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it moves through the crowd, Mira and hold your breath, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it speaks from the grate, Silver y escucha el rumor, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it waits under the stairs, Descubre and follow the echo, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it folds the darkness, Globo and the water keeps the tale. El agua recuerda tu nombre.
the wires sing in the wind, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it turns the knob slowly, Silver and let the water decide, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it counts your steps, Run and trust the current, it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it sleeps¡ENCUENTRAME! beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, Fantasmas y no mires atrás, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it keeps the secret close, Siente y el circo se marcha. Sigue el hilo.
Todos flotan