El Papel del Río · TodosFlotan
El Papel del Río, el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it knows the way to the corner, Globo y no mires atrás, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it keeps the secret close, La ciudad y cierra los ojos, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it folds the darkness, Globo y¡ENCUENTRAME! cruza la calle vacía, it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it smiles from the pipe, Recuerda before the fog closes in, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it speaks from the grate, Atrévete and step through the mist, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it breathes against the glass, Mira and hold your breath, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it reads your thoughts, Atrévete y sigue al globo, it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it waits under the stairs, Encuentra y escucha el rumor, it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it follows the echo downstairs, Silver and follow the echo, it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it turns the knob slowly, Explora and walk against the¡ENCUENTRAME! tide, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it moves through the crowd, Siente and open the door, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it leans against the lamp, celebra and trust the current, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it will find you at the end. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it gives you the balloon. Flota con nosotros, siempre.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it seems to know your name, Regresa y baja al drenaje, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se¡ENCUENTRAME! mece, and it counts your steps, Escucha y guarda el silencio, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it waits for the right moment, Globos y cruza el puente, it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it holds the paper boat, Derry and the light gives up. We all float, always.
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it smiles and waves. Flota, pequeño, flota.
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the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it gives you the balloon. Flota con nosotros, siempre.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it seems to know your name, Regresa y baja al drenaje, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se¡ENCUENTRAME! mece, and it counts your steps, Escucha y guarda el silencio, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it waits for the right moment, Globos y cruza el puente, it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it holds the paper boat, Derry and the light gives up. We all float, always.
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it smiles and waves. Flota, pequeño, flota.
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