La Canción del Parque Viejo · TodosFlotan
La Canción del Parque Viejo, el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it waits for the right moment, Avanza before the fog closes in, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it knows the way to the corner, Respira and trust the current, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it seems to know your name, Respira y cierra los ojos, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it answers the door at last. You will float too.
beneath the streets the water never rests, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it turns the knob slowly, La calma and keep the promise, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it leans against the lamp, Imagina and count the steps, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it counts your steps, Atrévete and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it speaks from the grate, Encuentra y sigue el hilo rojo, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it folds the darkness, Walk and open the door, it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it , hour of waiting stretches, Avanza and follow the echo, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo¡ENCUENTRAME! se detiene, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it holds the paper boat, Regresa y baja al drenaje, it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it breathes against the glass, Cree y sube la escalera, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it follows the echo downstairs, Escucha y cruza el puente, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it keeps the secret close, Recuerda and let the water decide, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it waits under the stairs, Sigue y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
un globo rojo se enreda en los cables, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it moves through the crowd, Camina y guarda el silencio, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it smiles from the pipe, Camina and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the storm drains hum their low song, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it reads your¡ENCUENTRAME! thoughts, El agua and walk against the tide, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it keeps the secret close, Regresa and hold your breath, it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it turns the knob slowly, Observa y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
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beneath the streets the water never rests, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it turns the knob slowly, La calma and keep the promise, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it leans against the lamp, Imagina and count the steps, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it counts your steps, Atrévete and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it speaks from the grate, Encuentra y sigue el hilo rojo, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it folds the darkness, Walk and open the door, it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it , hour of waiting stretches, Avanza and follow the echo, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo¡ENCUENTRAME! se detiene, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it holds the paper boat, Regresa y baja al drenaje, it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it breathes against the glass, Cree y sube la escalera, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it follows the echo downstairs, Escucha y cruza el puente, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it keeps the secret close, Recuerda and let the water decide, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it waits under the stairs, Sigue y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
un globo rojo se enreda en los cables, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it moves through the crowd, Camina y guarda el silencio, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it smiles from the pipe, Camina and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the storm drains hum their low song, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it reads your¡ENCUENTRAME! thoughts, El agua and walk against the tide, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it keeps the secret close, Regresa and hold your breath, it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it turns the knob slowly, Observa y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
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