La Linterna del Viento · TodosFlotan
La Linterna del Viento, the porch swing moves by itself, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, Recuerda and follow the echo, it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it leans against the lamp, Recuerda y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it holds the paper boat, Regresa y cruza el puente, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it knows the way to the corner, Fantasmas and let the water decide, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it breathes against the glass, Respira y cruza la calle vacía, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it waits for the right moment, Derry and trust the current, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it speaks from the grate, Sigue and count¡ENCUENTRAME! the steps, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it reads your thoughts, Observa y sigue el hilo rojo, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it folds the darkness, Sueña and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
every window hides a face that blinks, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it turns the knob slowly, Bip bip ... y baja al drenaje, it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it counts your steps, Escucha and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it moves through the crowd, Encuentra y guarda el silencio, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! , four walls, lean inward, Silver and walk against the tide, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it follows the echo downstairs, Siente and open the door, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it smiles from the pipe, Observa and step through the mist, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it keeps the secret close, Descubre and the town keeps its secret. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
Todos flotan
los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it holds the paper boat, Regresa y cruza el puente, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it knows the way to the corner, Fantasmas and let the water decide, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it breathes against the glass, Respira y cruza la calle vacía, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it waits for the right moment, Derry and trust the current, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it speaks from the grate, Sigue and count¡ENCUENTRAME! the steps, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it reads your thoughts, Observa y sigue el hilo rojo, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it folds the darkness, Sueña and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
every window hides a face that blinks, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it turns the knob slowly, Bip bip ... y baja al drenaje, it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it counts your steps, Escucha and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it moves through the crowd, Encuentra y guarda el silencio, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! , four walls, lean inward, Silver and walk against the tide, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it follows the echo downstairs, Siente and open the door, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it smiles from the pipe, Observa and step through the mist, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it keeps the secret close, Descubre and the town keeps its secret. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
Todos flotan