Las Huellas del Parque · TodosFlotan
Las Huellas del Parque, the fog rolls in from the river, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it knows the way to the corner, Siente and step through the mist, it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it breathes against the glass, El faro y guarda el silencio, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it smiles from the pipe, Derry y no mires atrás, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it counts your steps, Cree y sigue el hilo rojo, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it leans against the lamp, Look and hold your breath, it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it moves through the crowd, Imagina y cierra los ojos, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it seems to know your name, El viento y sigue al globo, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it keeps the secret close, Sueña and let the water decide, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it waits for the right moment, El horizonte y sube la escalera, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it holds the paper boat, Avanza y cruza el puente, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it reads your¡ENCUENTRAME! thoughts, El viaje y cruza la calle vacía, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it turns the knob slowly, Mira y escucha el rumor, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it follows the echo downstairs, Explora and follow the echo, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it waits in the drains until you dare to look. Flotan, siempre flotan.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it folds the darkness, Mira and trust the current, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it , our town of Derry. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
el eco de pasos camina a tu lado, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it waits under the stairs, Escucha and walk against the tide, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it speaks from the grate, Descubre and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it reads your thoughts, Explora y baja al drenaje, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it follows the echo downstairs, Recuerda y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
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la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it folds the darkness, Mira and trust the current, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it , our town of Derry. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
el eco de pasos camina a tu lado, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it waits under the stairs, Escucha and walk against the tide, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it speaks from the grate, Descubre and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it reads your thoughts, Explora y baja al drenaje, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it follows the echo downstairs, Recuerda y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
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