Los Pasos de las Ventanas · TodosFlotan
Los Pasos de las Ventanas, las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it reads your thoughts, Todos and follow the echo, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it follows¡ENCUENTRAME! the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it breathes against the glass, Respira y sube la escalera, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it folds the darkness, Explora and open the door, it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it knows the way to the corner, Flota and hold your breath, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it holds the paper boat, Silver y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
el eco de pasos camina a tu lado, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, secretos and the night closes its eyes. You will float too.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it turns the knob slowly, Fantasmas and keep the promise, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero¡ENCUENTRAME! está vacío, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it seems to know your name, Permítete and step through the mist, it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it keeps the secret close, Encuentra y cruza la calle vacía, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it follows the echo downstairs, La esperanza y guarda el silencio, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it waits at the end of the block. El globo sigue subiendo.
los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it counts your steps, Vuelve y baja al drenaje, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it waits under the stairs, Flota and walk against the tide, it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it keeps the doors open. You will float down here too.
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el eco de pasos camina a tu lado, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, secretos and the night closes its eyes. You will float too.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it turns the knob slowly, Fantasmas and keep the promise, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero¡ENCUENTRAME! está vacío, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it seems to know your name, Permítete and step through the mist, it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it keeps the secret close, Encuentra y cruza la calle vacía, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it follows the echo downstairs, La esperanza y guarda el silencio, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it waits at the end of the block. El globo sigue subiendo.
los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it counts your steps, Vuelve y baja al drenaje, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it waits under the stairs, Flota and walk against the tide, it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it keeps the doors open. You will float down here too.
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