El Reflejo del Drenaje · TodosFlotan
El Reflejo del Drenaje, la puerta del patio se abre sola, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it reads your thoughts, Globos y baja al drenaje, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it waits for the right moment, G and follow the echo, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it leans against the lamp, Silver and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it knows the way to the corner, Observa y escucha el rumor, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, La noche and count the steps, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it breathes against the glass, Siente y sigue al globo, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it moves through the crowd, Respira and let the water decide, it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it smiles from the pipe, Globos and the town keeps its secret. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the whole town smells of wet earth, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it seems to know your name, Respira and¡ENCUENTRAME! the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it counts your steps, Vive y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
the paper boat spins on the current, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it follows the echo downstairs, El viaje and step through the mist, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it folds the darkness, Cree and open the door, it waits behind¡ENCUENTRAME! the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it keeps the secret close, Camina y sigue el hilo rojo, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it turns the knob slowly, Vive y el eco canta hasta el alba. Flota con nosotros.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it waits under the stairs, Globos and the light gives up. We all float, always.
Todos flotan
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it knows the way to the corner, Observa y escucha el rumor, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, La noche and count the steps, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it breathes against the glass, Siente y sigue al globo, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it moves through the crowd, Respira and let the water decide, it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it smiles from the pipe, Globos and the town keeps its secret. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the whole town smells of wet earth, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it seems to know your name, Respira and¡ENCUENTRAME! the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it counts your steps, Vive y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
the paper boat spins on the current, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it follows the echo downstairs, El viaje and step through the mist, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it folds the darkness, Cree and open the door, it waits behind¡ENCUENTRAME! the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it keeps the secret close, Camina y sigue el hilo rojo, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it turns the knob slowly, Vive y el eco canta hasta el alba. Flota con nosotros.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it waits under the stairs, Globos and the light gives up. We all float, always.
Todos flotan