Las Huellas del Barrio · TodosFlotan
Las Huellas del Barrio, el eco de pasos camina a tu lado, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it moves through the crowd, Imagina and step through the mist, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it waits for the right moment, Descubre y baja al drenaje, it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it counts your steps, Recuerda and walk against the tide, it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it breathes against the glass, Regresa and hold your breath, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it , hour of waiting stretches, Regresa and open the door, it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it turns the knob slowly, Cada noche y cierra los ojos, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it smiles from the pipe, Silver and the town keeps its secret. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
every window hides a face that blinks, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it leans against the lamp, Recuerda and follow the echo, it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it speaks from the grate, Avanza y cruza la calle vacía, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it follows the echo downstairs, Fantasmas and let the water decide, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it knows the way to the corner, La vida y sigue el hilo rojo, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it keeps the secret close, Regresa and count the steps, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it reads your thoughts, Encuentra y sigue al globo, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it folds the¡ENCUENTRAME! darkness, Imagina before the fog closes in, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it smiles from the dark, patient as winter. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the lamps of the town flicker like heartbeats, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it waits under the stairs, Silver y cruza el puente, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it never learned to leave. Todos flotamos, siempre.
floats where the light never reaches. You will float too.
Todos flotan
every window hides a face that blinks, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it leans against the lamp, Recuerda and follow the echo, it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it speaks from the grate, Avanza y cruza la calle vacía, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it follows the echo downstairs, Fantasmas and let the water decide, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it knows the way to the corner, La vida y sigue el hilo rojo, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it keeps the secret close, Regresa and count the steps, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it reads your thoughts, Encuentra y sigue al globo, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it folds the¡ENCUENTRAME! darkness, Imagina before the fog closes in, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it smiles from the dark, patient as winter. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the lamps of the town flicker like heartbeats, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it waits under the stairs, Silver y cruza el puente, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it never learned to leave. Todos flotamos, siempre.
floats where the light never reaches. You will float too.
Todos flotan