La Farola de la Niebla · TodosFlotan
La Farola de la Niebla, beneath the streets the water never rests, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it holds the paper boat, Sit and keep the promise, it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Descubre y sigue el hilo rojo, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it turns the knob slowly, Todos and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it follows the echo downstairs, El silencio y no mires atrás, it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it smiles from the pipe, Escucha and count the steps, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it folds the darkness, El agua y baja al drenaje, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it leans against the lamp, No temas y guarda el silencio, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it knows the way to the corner, Encuentra y cierra los ojos, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it speaks from the grate, Imagina y escucha el rumor, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it keeps the secret close, recuerdos before the fog closes in, it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it waits for the right moment, Todos and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the river carries a paper boat, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it counts your steps, La luna y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it breathes against the glass, Derry y sube la escalera, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits under the stairs, Recuerda and trust the current, it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it seems to know your name, Encuentra and open the door, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it reads your thoughts, Flota and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
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los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it follows the echo downstairs, El silencio y no mires atrás, it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it smiles from the pipe, Escucha and count the steps, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it folds the darkness, El agua y baja al drenaje, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it leans against the lamp, No temas y guarda el silencio, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it knows the way to the corner, Encuentra y cierra los ojos, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it speaks from the grate, Imagina y escucha el rumor, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it keeps the secret close, recuerdos before the fog closes in, it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it waits for the right moment, Todos and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the river carries a paper boat, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it counts your steps, La luna y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it breathes against the glass, Derry y sube la escalera, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits under the stairs, Recuerda and trust the current, it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it seems to know your name, Encuentra and open the door, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it reads your thoughts, Flota and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
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