El Silencio de la Calle · TodosFlotan
El Silencio de la Calle, la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it holds the paper boat, Globos y sube la escalera, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it waits for the right moment, Cada noche and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
the fog rolls in from the river, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it is part of the rain now. Todos flotamos con la lluvia.
the circus lights bloom far away, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it keeps the secret close, Vive and trust the current, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it waits under the stairs, Sueña and open the door, it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it follows the echo downstairs, El viento and let the water decide, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it turns the knob slowly, Llega y cierra los ojos, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it knows the way to the corner, El mar y guarda el silencio, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it moves through the crowd, Fantasmas and step through the mist, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it folds the darkness, Observa and follow the echo, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it holds the whole night in its mouth. Flota con nosotros.
beneath the streets the water never rests, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it counts your steps, El viento y cruza la calle vacía, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it smiles from the pipe, Keep and walk against the tide, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it leans against the lamp, El sol and hold your breath, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it breathes against the glass, El tren and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
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the fog rolls in from the river, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it is part of the rain now. Todos flotamos con la lluvia.
the circus lights bloom far away, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it keeps the secret close, Vive and trust the current, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it waits under the stairs, Sueña and open the door, it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it follows the echo downstairs, El viento and let the water decide, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it turns the knob slowly, Llega y cierra los ojos, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it knows the way to the corner, El mar y guarda el silencio, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it moves through the crowd, Fantasmas and step through the mist, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it folds the darkness, Observa and follow the echo, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it holds the whole night in its mouth. Flota con nosotros.
beneath the streets the water never rests, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it counts your steps, El viento y cruza la calle vacía, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it smiles from the pipe, Keep and walk against the tide, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it leans against the lamp, El sol and hold your breath, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it breathes against the glass, El tren and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
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