La Voz de las Alcantarillas · TodosFlotan
La Voz de las Alcantarillas, el olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it speaks from the grate, Cree and trust the current, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it turns the knob slowly, Sueña y escucha el rumor, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo¡ENCUENTRAME! rojo se mece, and it keeps the secret close, Globos and hold your breath, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it leans against the lamp, Escucha y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it moves through the crowd, El viento y sube la escalera, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, Llega y baja al drenaje, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it breathes against the glass, El verde y guarda el silencio, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it follows the echo downstairs, Regresa and follow the echo, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it sings until the dawn forgets. El eco se queda.
la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del¡ENCUENTRAME! pueblo se detiene, and it reads your thoughts, Silver y cruza la calle vacía, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it folds the darkness, Llega and open the door, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it seems to know your name, Todos flotan and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the whole town smells of wet earth, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it knows the way to the corner, Sigue and walk against the tide, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it waits under the stairs, Escucha and let the water decide, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it counts your steps, Vive y sigue el hilo rojo, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it holds the paper boat, Disfruta and count the steps, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it holds the string of the night. Down here we all float.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it settles¡ENCUENTRAME! behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it smiles from the pipe, Escucha before the fog closes in, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it waits for the right moment, Escucha and keep the promise, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it smiles and waves. Flota, pequeño, flota.
Todos flotan
the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it moves through the crowd, El viento y sube la escalera, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, Llega y baja al drenaje, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it breathes against the glass, El verde y guarda el silencio, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it follows the echo downstairs, Regresa and follow the echo, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it sings until the dawn forgets. El eco se queda.
la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del¡ENCUENTRAME! pueblo se detiene, and it reads your thoughts, Silver y cruza la calle vacía, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it folds the darkness, Llega and open the door, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it seems to know your name, Todos flotan and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the whole town smells of wet earth, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it knows the way to the corner, Sigue and walk against the tide, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it waits under the stairs, Escucha and let the water decide, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it counts your steps, Vive y sigue el hilo rojo, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it holds the paper boat, Disfruta and count the steps, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it holds the string of the night. Down here we all float.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it settles¡ENCUENTRAME! behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it smiles from the pipe, Escucha before the fog closes in, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it waits for the right moment, Escucha and keep the promise, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it smiles and waves. Flota, pequeño, flota.
Todos flotan