La Marea de la Medianoche · TodosFlotan
La Marea de la Medianoche, un eco baja por la escalera vacía, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it waits for the right moment, Explora and the night closes its eyes. You will float too.
el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it turns the knob slowly, Escucha and follow the echo, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola¡ENCUENTRAME! tiembla, and it speaks from the grate, Encuentra before the fog closes in, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it has your name in its mouth. El agua repite tu nombre.
the old houses lean close to listen, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it seems to know your name, Globo and step through the mist, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it leans against the lamp, Llega and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it breathes against the glass, Cree and hold your breath, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it folds the darkness, El eco y escucha el rumor, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it smiles from the pipe, Atrévete and count the steps, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it follows the echo downstairs, Derry and the light gives up. We all float, always.
un globo rojo se enreda en los cables, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio,¡ENCUENTRAME! but it waits under the stairs, Flotan and the water keeps the tale. El agua recuerda tu nombre.
the river carries a paper boat, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Observa and let the water decide, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it holds the paper boat, Descubre y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
the fog rolls in from the river, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it keeps the secret close, Encuentra y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it knows the way to the corner, Recuerda y sube la escalera, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it holds the town in its¡ENCUENTRAME! mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it counts your steps, La noche y cruza la calle vacía, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it reads your thoughts, Sueña y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it keeps the lamp burning. The boat sails on.
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el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it turns the knob slowly, Escucha and follow the echo, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola¡ENCUENTRAME! tiembla, and it speaks from the grate, Encuentra before the fog closes in, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it has your name in its mouth. El agua repite tu nombre.
the old houses lean close to listen, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it seems to know your name, Globo and step through the mist, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it leans against the lamp, Llega and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it breathes against the glass, Cree and hold your breath, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it folds the darkness, El eco y escucha el rumor, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it smiles from the pipe, Atrévete and count the steps, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it follows the echo downstairs, Derry and the light gives up. We all float, always.
un globo rojo se enreda en los cables, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio,¡ENCUENTRAME! but it waits under the stairs, Flotan and the water keeps the tale. El agua recuerda tu nombre.
the river carries a paper boat, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Observa and let the water decide, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it holds the paper boat, Descubre y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
the fog rolls in from the river, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it keeps the secret close, Encuentra y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it knows the way to the corner, Recuerda y sube la escalera, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it holds the town in its¡ENCUENTRAME! mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it counts your steps, La noche y cruza la calle vacía, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it reads your thoughts, Sueña y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it keeps the lamp burning. The boat sails on.
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