La Farola de la Calle · TodosFlotan
La Farola de la Calle, el eco de pasos camina a tu lado, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it reads your thoughts, Camina y sigue el hilo rojo, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it , hour of waiting¡ENCUENTRAME! stretches, Derry and open the door, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it smiles from the pipe, Escucha and step through the mist, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it keeps the secret close, Observa y cruza la calle vacía, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it knows the way to the corner, El viaje and follow the echo, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it never stops watching. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the lamps of the town flicker like heartbeats, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it turns the knob slowly, La esperanza y baja al drenaje, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it wears a thousand faces.¡ENCUENTRAME! La calle lo recuerda, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it follows the echo downstairs, Camina y cierra los ojos, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it waits for the right moment, Encuentra and keep the promise, it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it seems to know your name, Mira y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the black water rises in the gutter, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it holds the paper boat, Sueña before the fog closes in, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it counts your steps, Flota y cruza el puente, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it folds the darkness, La naturaleza and count the steps, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it moves through¡ENCUENTRAME! the crowd, Regresa and trust the current, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it , our street, turns the corner, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it leans against the lamp, La vida y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
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the lamps of the town flicker like heartbeats, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it turns the knob slowly, La esperanza y baja al drenaje, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it wears a thousand faces.¡ENCUENTRAME! La calle lo recuerda, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it follows the echo downstairs, Camina y cierra los ojos, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it waits for the right moment, Encuentra and keep the promise, it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it seems to know your name, Mira y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the black water rises in the gutter, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it holds the paper boat, Sueña before the fog closes in, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it counts your steps, Flota y cruza el puente, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it folds the darkness, La naturaleza and count the steps, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it moves through¡ENCUENTRAME! the crowd, Regresa and trust the current, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it , our street, turns the corner, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it leans against the lamp, La vida y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
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